I sat on the window sill staring out at the rain. Then I heard my owner, Jack say “Good weather for ducks.”. My mouth started watering. It would be nice to kill one of those. I shook it off. I love the taste of dead mice, birds anything I could kill but the only problem was the killing part. I seriously hate killing. Even if its for a cause but ya know, there ain’t no cause where you have to kill when you’re a cat I mean like c’mon, is it REALLY that necessary. I heard the bag of food shake and I dashed off for dinner. It was dry food, ugh not even meat flavored. I took a couple of crunches and wandered off back to my windowsill. Thunder rumbled across the sky and I ran and hid under the couch. I must say, I am quite the s- well I don't like to pun that much but I am quite the Scaredy Cat. It was nice and warm under the couch so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.