He slouched lazily on the loft looking haughtily
at the customers, visitors and owners alike . He declared himself almost bored,
when he saw her....aah...he thought, straightening up, finally some one to
impress and end the day on a high note. He got up, swished his tail, stretched
himself to his magnificient length and wiggled around to rid himself of all the
dust and dirt...Walked all the way to the end in a manner that would put ramp
models of Paris out of work. He stood at the edge, gazing at the rafter a few
feet away with one critical eye, the other on her....yes, her attention was
still on him. That's all he needed...he jumped James Bond style (making Sir
Sean Connery proud, if only he knew), he would never reveal but for a second
before his paws felt solid wood, he was scared shitless. She was watching in
awe....and his chest puffed with pride. He stood planning his next stunt to floor
her completely, when her attention was diverted to the task at hand. He waited
patiently for her to look up but it seemed like he was forgotten. 'Hmmph, I'll
show her still', with this thought he jumped without hesitation, over 5 feet to
land with a loud thud on cartons near her. She was startled, and turned to her
side to find him next to her, a proud stance, a smirk, a look which said,
"A perfect shot, won't you say?". Before she could stage a
witty comeback, he leapt of the cartons, slunk away (some would say in his wild
cousin cheetah’s style) with a true blue Cheshire grin, never
glancing back...Leaving her to rue not taking a picture....but pray, who
ventures into the friendly neighbourhood fruit vendor's shop with a digital
camera in tow!!!!
(P.S. don't even mention your mighty IPhones & Blackberry's...their picture clarity and quality is nowhere near even the modest of Digi's. )
and yet speak of comic timing.
