June 30th 2011 3:42 pm
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This will be written from "scratches POV" as best as i can do it.
I was running, fast. Dodging every little rock i could. this was my first time being in the open. I learned from my friend< Mittens, how to hunt. He is a nice cat, and a great hunter. he chases dogs and kills snakes ....in there own hole! His mom, Momma CAt, doesnt exactly....like me. Anyways, so i was running. I was silent, creeping up on the mouse. But alas, it was not to be, for win i pounced, i broke a twig. The mouse, alarmed, ran and i could not keep up. Sadly, i retreated to the porch. It was raining and no average cat hunts in the pouring rain. i only know of one hunter that hunts in the pouring rain....Mittens. So, i stepped back and watch Mittens not only track down, but kill the mouse. I felt rather bad, i was the only cat at the home who couldnt hunt, for even the fat and lazy Mommacat could hunt. Well, i was prepared to hunt. WEhen nightfall came, i headed out of the house and up a tree with a squirell nest. Half way up the tree. i was almost there, but then, i fell. A good forty feet i fell. Broke a bone completely off. luckily mommacat huddled with me and kept me warm.When the owners came out she ran and got their attention. they took me top the vet and i was fixed up. never walked the same again though.
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