The Whipping of the Wind Beneath the Waggle of My Tail

I only have a few moments...300 to be precise...before my mean, unrelenting, cheapskate of a human locks me up again...while SHE goes out and enjoys herself...the NERVE...leaving the best part of her personality (WO - that is I in Chinese for you non-foreigners out there)...behind to sit and sulk and contemplate where to leave a little of my scent on the rug.

Can I tell you that tonight I had the best run ever since my little back incident? I mean, I don't think that any experience could beat the one that I just had...I took off at the speed of light...well, the speed of light if it had legs as short as mine...with the wind whipping beneath my tail as I let it streamline behind me...kind of like a rudder that directs...Oh wait, there I go with that boating terminology. Let me clear one thing up...I HATE BOATS. I hate things that float on the water, I hate things that swim in the water, and more so than anything else I hate being any part of the water.

So my tail wasn't a rudder...it was more like an udder...oh wait, cows have those...female cows at that. I really like the "udder" sound this evening so I am going to have to make up my own word for what my tail was like...My tail was like butter...there! I didn't even make up my own word!

My tail was like butter that is soft and set and is sliced through so cleanly...my tail was as scrumptions as butter dripping off an ear of corn as it whipped behind me through the grass...

Oh my...I am becoming quite hungry...guess I had better go eat...while I have the chance...and tell you about my running with the ants later.

A sniff and a lick...