He thought he found the perfect hiding spot.
So he kept still, muted his breathing and focused his eyes on the kitchen entryway.
Minutes passed by but it felt like hours, yet nothing walked in. His fur was beginning to itch. He had to groom himself!
He mentally cursed the universe for giving cats the insatiable innate urge to constantly self-groom. But he wanted so badly to give Jim a surprise and for once that priority came before the urge.
But it did not last long, so he moved ever so slowly, bowing his head down to the left side of his upper torso and gave it a lick.
Then suddenly, “Ooh! That tickles!” It was Jim! “Who are we hiding from, Terry?” Jim squeaked.
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Sweet – Jim was there all the time 🙂
Reminds me of Tom and Jerry!
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It does sound very cartoonish, doesn’t it? Haha
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laughs Very nice.
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Thank you professor!
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