Feline Folly

The mighty hunter crept along the ledge, his dark fur masking his movements.

Carefully he selects his next perch.

With a series of powerful leaps, he reaches the highest point.

Perfect for surveying all around him.

Gently balanced on the edge, he searches for his prey.

Suddenly the ledge moves. Remaining still, he is swung away as blast of cold air ruffles his fur.

Glaring balefully at his human he waits out the indignantly of being unable to be able to get down.

“Onyx, that’s what you get for standing on the freezer door.”, hands grab the hunter, “Down you go.”

Pretending his dignity is intact, tail in the air, he struts out of the kitchen.

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