He wasn’t a cat. Something that large could only be called a lion. His paws were larger than her hands, and when he yawned she swore she could fit her head into his mouth. His purr was like a giant rubber band being plucked. He never hissed, but his growl was like a chainsaw. He even had a mane: a dark cowl of fur that stuck out behind his ears and under his chin.
But even though he was as big as most of their guests, he still panicked when company arrived. She had gone through ten couches that way.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Day 14: Pusillanimous
Another one that reminds me of nothing more than the Wizard of Oz.