Looking for inspiration

I has a brain freeze.

I is stuck on what to write about.

I sniffed some boxes — no ideas.

I pawed at the cupboards — no ideas.

I meowed for treats — I got them.

I looked at my hooman.

Hmmm...

He's quite tall.
He's chunky.
He has dark fur on his head, although some is missing at the back.
He has a little fur on his face.
His ears aren't triangles and are on the sides of his head — weird.
His teeth have no points and his claws are short and blunt — I has no I idea how he hunts.
He has a soft belly that's good for taking naps on.

Still no inspiration.

I clawed a chair — no ideas.

I looked out the window — the birds and squirrels are hiding.

Think I'll have a nap.

 


 

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