Danny was working hard as always. As he reached towards the fluff that hung out of his cushion, he could see something from the corner of his eye.
Melanie Morales Robson
English Coursework
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Stress
Danny was working hard as always. As he reached towards the fluff that hung out of his cushion, he could see something from the corner of his eye. Something or someone was moving towards him. His instincts told him that whatever it was, it was a threat to his ego and to his power over the household. He slowly moved his head around to concentrate what he could of his hibernating energy on this trespasser. He laid out on the sofa, making himself as long as possible, taking up as much space as he could, and showing his sharp nails as much as he was able to, as a warning to all intruders. Hence, he looked at the stranger, yawned, and fell into a shallow sleep.
Danny looked up, saw that the unwanted company had left, and leapt off his rest-place. He pounded towards the kitchen, sat in the middle, checking lazily that anyone passing by would be able to see him, and then proceeded with his usual routine. He stretched his neck forward, started what would seem to be a yawn, and made a low, short but echoing sound. He continued this process; each time his screams would be more urgent, more piercing, awakening. A small person (compared to the rest of the family) passed by and glanced at Danny; "Oh, Shut up ...
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Danny looked up, saw that the unwanted company had left, and leapt off his rest-place. He pounded towards the kitchen, sat in the middle, checking lazily that anyone passing by would be able to see him, and then proceeded with his usual routine. He stretched his neck forward, started what would seem to be a yawn, and made a low, short but echoing sound. He continued this process; each time his screams would be more urgent, more piercing, awakening. A small person (compared to the rest of the family) passed by and glanced at Danny; "Oh, Shut up Danny" he murmured.
Danny walked up to the teenager, and pushed his side against him. He repeated this until he was kicked away. The boy walked away downstairs, and Danny, indignant, walked back to the middle of the kitchen floor, and made a great effort to slump down into the most comfortable position he could. Eventually, a man, making weird muttering sounds of annoyance, Danny couldn't think why, entered the kitchen, looked at him, and went towards the fridge. Danny could now see he was a few steps away from his target. He strode to where the man was, pushed his side against him, made uninterested steps into the lettuce department of the fridge, came back out, and tried to wind himself with his legs and arms around the man. He once again got kicked away, which, of course, was interpreted as being an act of commitment to him. He could now hear a drawer being opened, and cutlery clang. The man leaned down, a shiny cylinder in his hand, and, with the piece of cutlery, lowered some of the lovely foul smelling mashed up horse, sheep, chicken, cow and pig onto a laid-out plastic bag. This delightful routine was the only thing that Danny would lower himself for. He would disown himself from this family if it weren't for this precious and sacred performance.
As the man turned away, and chucked the can in the bin, Danny tidied his body into a camel-like position, leant forward, and laid his mouth onto the tasty mess. He chomped it delicately, little by little, digesting and savouring excessively. All was well until the moment. Something told him there was a thief. Something also wanted his hard-earned prize. He turned round to come face to face to his hated opponent. His little stepsister was looking enviously at him. She tried to near him and his food, but Danny let out a spitting sound, and she was warned off. She was defeated, so to recover went sunbathing on the terrace. Danny continued until there was just a few mouthfuls left, and left it like that, showing that he didn't have to eat there if he didn't want to, and that if he did, it was just out of pure kindness to his lower beings.
He strolled away from the kitchen, and with a flash of his tail, leapt into the tall bushes, to bring home whatever his instincts might lead him to.
"Is this the tiring life cats should be suppressed to?" he thought to himself.
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