Cloud Chaser, sadly, does not live up to his name. He doesn't chase clouds. He chases people. He'd crouch low,…
Cloud Chaser, sadly, does not live up to his name. He doesn't chase clouds.
He chases people. He'd crouch low, ears twitching, listening for that familiar sound along the wooden tracks.
Clank, clank, clatter. When the bell rings overhead, a flood of people would descend. A quick roll, a couple of mews, and he'd score some dried fish or shrimp.
Sometimes, he wonders what clouds might taste like. Soft and white like a steamed bun? Cold and crisp like snow?
But these are not questions for a small cat. Filling his belly is the real business of a cat's life. Satisfied with this thought, he licks his paw and settles in for his third nap of the day.