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[darkelf105]

I was bored Nicky, so I wrote you an excercise too. It's just not as polished as the first cuz I am tired and my fingers are frozen making it hard to type. I am going to bed. If you see this and like it call me....actually I'll call you.......

            On Monday, Nigel the cat felt funny. His back ached with a pain he had never felt before. It was neither like hunger nor like the time he had fallen and twisted a leg. It was just different. Nigel rolled over and went back to sleep.

On Tuesday, Nigel was splashing his paws in the pool at the back of his house. He was hoping that by hitting it enough, the water would go away. Nigel heard a low growl and the neighbors’ big black dog charged from out of the bushes and Nigel tried to flee, but twisted the wrong way and fell onto the water. But instead of sinking, the cat neatly skimmed the surface of the water and zipped to the other side. The dog whimpered and ran away to harass a less perplexing animal.

On Wednesday, Nigel awoke from his nap on the top of the couch by the window. He was still sprawled lazily out, but instead of resting in the sunlit fabric of his usual perch he was floating a few inches above it. Nigel yowled and promptly fell from the air. He decided not to sleep in that particular spot again. 

On Thursday, his owners left the door ajar to the cabinet where his treats were kept. Nigel, normally quite good at getting into cupboards, never could get into that one, as there was no place to latch onto. It was a sheer surface, to high for him to jump. As Nigel lashed his tail in annoyance, hoping that with enough concentration the treat bag might fall, he was lifted by his shoulders into the air. He let out a low moan, thinking that his owner had caught him, but then he realized that no one was holding him. He was hovering in the air by the slightly open cabinet door. Nigel lashed his tail to show he was annoyed and not scared, batted the door opened and knocked the treats out. He landed with a soft thud and started the arduous but ultimate rewarding task of chewing open the bag.

On Friday, Nigel saw a spider way up in the corner of his living room. It was too high for him to get, even standing on his back legs stretched all the way out on the table that was underneath the corner. He yowled and was about to give up and go to sleep, when he was lifted from his should blades and found himself level with the spider. He smacked it around for a few minutes and was about to see where else he could go, when he heard the front door open. His owner was home and Nigel crashed from the air to land on the table and knock over a lamp. His owner came running into the room to see Nigel calmly grooming himself. It obviously wasn’t his fault that the lamp fell. It was the spider’s.

On Saturday, Nigel couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t get comfortable no matter which way he balled himself up. There was something on his back, and it hurt when he laid certain ways. Nigel was beside himself, so he went to his owner’s favorite bookcase and chewed the spines of her favorite books to alleviate the tension.

On Sunday, Nigel flew around the living room as he batted around a balloon. Sunday was also the day Nigel’s owner started to see the faint outline of Nigel’s wings

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[rayechu.livejournal.com]

Do you realize how not fair that is? That's so good it's crazy. I think I am even more depressed now. (Though glad because now I won't get an F in writing class.)