grit

yeah the little patch of grit i roll in it in the morning its warm from the sun and just underneath the surface lovely cool gets in my fuz as i roll in it i think i could be rolling in tuna

discovery, exploration

discovered theres an under the stairs. foodboy mustve had to stow some cords there anyway the door was open i slid and squeezed between the boxes and bags i could have stayed roaming the underworld forever but foodboy walked by i jumped on his shoulders

glamour

havent spotted tuna taker since i put a claw in him

as my stair sprinting fame grows i find i enjoy sitting in the vast windows being adored by passing fans i follow them from window to window as they round the curve i imagine they would throw me tuna

sport

foodboy provided but the plate was empty and i smelled that fella

it happened and happened day in day out

foodboy provides extra crunchies in the high room where the fella doesn't get it

but im hungry and grumpy for damp tuna food i need my tuna

tuna tuna tuna tuna!

when i smell that tuna taker then this means sport

last night i was in the outside and round the bush i knew fella was there i squealed loud as i could in the face and dug a claw in

nerves all lost fella sped away under and i took off into up the stairs sliding round corners sat on the books bit at the hanging busted claw and licked the games off my fuzz

competition

last night there was a second fuzzy in through the window into my place - was a dark one, larger, fella smelling

was suprising i growled it growled foodboy awoke and fella sprinted down the stairs

later fella came back we raced up the stairs the training paid off i shot out the window way ahead foodboy awoke fella sprinted down

later i smelt him again awoke got off the bed growls starting up fella appeared through the door hissing foodboy awoke the window was shut then

flashes on the stairs

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as i sprint i dream of pigeons no tuna

sprint to the sun!

best is from outside right far back from the door if ive got courage to get there

then i lose my nerve and its brilliant sprint

back length of the yard through the door down the way clickety across the wood soft across the fur hard left hard left hit the stairs yeah barely hit them

hard left hard left ha

thumper!

the straight!

pelt over the seagrass slide to a
stop in the sun through the window