I was sitting on the couch next to Mom, helping her write a story, and I looked up and saw this! A cat! A cat that is not ME!

As will happen in cramped quarters, the passengers on the Ark began to get on one another’s nerves.

The mice and rats, in particular, had no respect for anyone else’s personal space. They were into everything. Cute as their bright little eyes and pink little paws might be, their nibbling and skittering annoyed everyone. Worst of all, they multiplied.

It’s Caturday, so this story had to have cats in it. 🙂 I hope Mr. Nikita, The Opinionated Pussycat, enjoys it. I’m pretty sure Jane will. If I forgot anybody, I’m sorry. I’ve had so many fur friends over the years, some of the names…