Stinky, the Cat

I was once sleeping (like I do ever so often), when I had a dream. Out behind our house is a lot of woods (about 100 ft. away from the deck. I walked out on the deck and noticed that Stinky (my black-and-white cat, who kind of resembles Hitler) was tormenting my other cat, Spraycat (my dad named him that [cos' he sprays]). Then Stinky jumped up on the deck railing. I went to tap him on his back like I always do, and when I tapped him (ever so lightly), he flew into the air and into the woods (like 400 ft. in the air). I didn't think I hit him very hard. The End. There was once a boy named Hajile. He had a cat named Stinky who had a problem keeping it's saliva in it's mouth (he slobbered a lot). Well, Stinky always slept at the end of Hajile's bed at night. One night, Hajile woke up soaking wet. "I thought I had peed the bed," Kampsen said. Sure enough, he had. The End.