The Feline Escape

 

The cat leapt out the door to freedom, heedless of the calls for him to return. He darted arou d the corner, intent on placing as much distance between himself and his keepers as possible.

For he was a cat born to roam, to stalk beneath the trees and terrorize the birds who roosted therein.

But it was dark, and the place he found himself looked nothing like his old haunt.

Where was he? the cat wondered, sniffing the grate that led beneath the house. Nothing seemed familiar to him, and he didn't know where the tastiest birds slept.

He coyld hear one pf his keepers calling dor him, and reluctantly allowed himself to be caught and taken back inside.

He would try for another escape during the day, when more birds would be awake for him to hunt.