Priscilla was up to her usuals....
Grinning Promisingly Towards The Window-Sill Of A Two-Legged House-Hold. There, A Friendly Pair Made Their Living. But The Best part Was, They Where Always At Their Best When It Came To Old-Fashion Baking. And ThereFore, Today's Menu Was Fresh Apple-Berry Pie. Hot From The Oven!.
Priscilla Waited For The Pair Of Old-Designer Mittens To Disappear Behind The Window And The Noise From The House To Die Down.
" I Hope You-Know-Who doesn't Get Her Sticky Fingers On This Pie!"
" Well, Why Not?"
" Henry Dear! This Is My Third Pie This Morning! What Makes you Think That?" There Was A Soft Rattling Of Papers And Then The Odd Shuffling Of Slippers.
" Well Dear, If I Was A Cat I Don't Think I Could Resist It's Deliciousness Either" a Soft Rasp Followed From The Living Room.
Priscilla Had been Here For So Many Times, She Knew The House Quite Well. Although, She Knew That Wasn't Going To Come In Handy AnyTime In Her Life.
When Finally The House Seemed To Have Hushed, Priscilla quickly Began To Plot Her Easy Escape....
Within Only A Few Seconds To Go By, Priscilla Had Lowered Herself To The Ground, Close Enough To Feel Her Hairs Sweeping At The Grass. Took a few Helpful Steps Forward; Levored her Haunches, Meeting At Direct Aim; And Finally Pushed Off With Every Last Pump Of Energy left.
Priscilla Outsretched Her Palms Before Her, Pressing Them Heavily Against The Foil To Make A Knock-Over. Sqaush! The Foil Meeting The Dirt Made Quite A clamber, Dragging The Attention Of The Two-Legs. But A Soft Squishy Damp Sound Covered The Crime Only Partially.
When Priscilla's Paws Met With The Ground, A Strong Waft Of Luscious Pie Flooded Her Nostrils. Turning Around, Her Gaze Met The Pie's Crashing Sound. The Pie Was Cracked And Smooshed, But A Whole Large Chunk Of It Still Survived The Fall.
Quickly, The Sound Of Clambering Foot Steps Came Through The Kitchen, Priscilla Made An Attempt To Grab The Crushed Foil In Her Jaws And Hurry Her Meal Into A Nearby Hedge Or Bush.
" You Rascal! I Just Knew It!"
" Well, Like I Said, If I Was A Cat-"
" Henry!"
Priscilla Gladly Threw The Voices Behind Her, Taking Fault For Her Crime. She Drew Near A Hedge A Slipped Beneath It, Tucking The Pie In Beside Her. For A Moment, She Watched The Angry Faces Pop In Back And Forwardth From The Window Sill. Purring In Great Amusement At The EntertainMent. " Just Perfect. A Dinner And A Show!" She Yowled WonderFully.
Priscilla Then Tuned Into Eating her Chunks Of Pie, The Homemade Apple-Berry Sauce Spilling Over the Sides. " Yum!"
But Then Of Course, There Where Eyes......