Oliver Thinks

"Why," thought the cat, "can I see through the glass, but when I try to go through it, it won't let me pass?" "There are bugs out there," the cat thought to himself, "yet to them, I'm as dull as a book on a shelf!" The cat shook his head, "This is really too much! There's two squirrels in the yard and a bird in the brush." "How much fun it would be," with a mew he announced, "to hunt and to stalk and then gracefully pounce." "Why, I'd shake them until their necks were broke! Maybe then," mused the cat, "I'd be more than a joke." "They'd be amazed by my prowess," he thought with a sigh, "I'd torture them slowly and they'd wonder why," "they never realized that I was a threat, while completely ignoring me like I was their pet." "I'd show them," he growled as he laid on the sill, "with them in my tummy, I'd savor the kill." "They'd show some respect," he thought with a yawn, "I'd shown them who's king of this yard and this lawn." Head full of adventure, he fell fast asleep, safe in his house, with plenty to eat.