With eyes only half open, KittenClaws stretches the full length of her body and rolls onto her back. She yawns and thinks how perfect this little patch of clover is for napping.
An amazing array of Q-birds whistle and sing and squawk in the old pine that shades her from the sun. There is a bit of fresh catnip just to her right and she reaches out with one paw to snag it, and thinks how thoughtful TEXOKIE was to leave it for her.
Oh no! KittenClaws jumps to her feet realizing she has overslept and her friend must have walked home alone. She runs back through the meadow, past the small buildings and garden sheds (I must really come back to explore!).
KttenClaws couldn’t resist stopping at the fish tank, swirling one small paw around after a delicious looking fish. Because the fun was in the fishing and not in the catching, KittenClaws soon continued back to the Quanteen.
KittenClaws soon continued back to the Quanteen.
Do I need to know where the Qanteen is, or is that just wording for the ktty cat....