Run, Run, Run little Egypt!

This is a 50 word story about my cat Egypt. We adopted him from Petsmart and he was raised by a feral mama so doesn't really understand people...or maybe people don't really understand him?

 

Egypt is his name - majestic in stature, napping on the pillow like a proud and proper prince. 

 

A 90 dollar adoption that I will never regret.

 

He is a hunter of feather toys and plastic mice.

 

He gets chatty at Midnight when everyone else is dreaming.

Author's Note

Isn't he sweet? He's a fatty. If I am lucky, I can hold him for maybe a minute before he freaks out.