The view up here is just spectacular. I can see for miles. Keep an eye on my kingdom. Look out for trespassers and make a note of their appearance so that I can give them a good slap later. It’s perfect.
The branches are getting a little too thin for my liking the closer I get to the top. No matter, though. I have exceptional grip and impeccable balance. I am the superior species on this planet, after all. No tree is too tall for someone with my level of climbing expertise.
It’s rather fun bouncing around up here. I’m beginning to understand why the miniature humans get so much joy out of jumping on that wretched squeaky trampoline. It offers quite the kick of adrenaline, let me tell you.
Oh. I am rather high up now, aren’t I? I quite underestimated the size of this tree. It might make getting down a little tricky.
If I just put this paw here… and that paw there… maybe I could just… I could… maybe I’ll be able to…
Ouch. Well, that’s one way of doing it I suppose…
I write one new story each week inspired by a random song from my Spotify library. This week it was Bend Down the Branches by Tom Waits.
Want to join in? Open your music-player of choice, hit shuffle, and write a story about the first song that plays (or the first song that inspires you to write). Then tell me about it, ‘cos you bet I wanna read what you came up with.
And Happy International Cat Day! (Yes, that’s a thing.)Follow Ellie Scott on WordPress.com