Jan 26, 2008 Posted by mike

Pouncer and the House on Rosebriar Lane: pg 6

The alley cat laughed out loud. “Hurt you? Why on earth would you think such a thing?” “Because,” Pouncer sniffled. “Alley cats are big and tough and mean.” The alley cat sat and licked as his paw while he considered this. “You’re right I guess. Alley cats are big and tough and mean. But not to little lost kittens,” he said with a friendly grin. “Come on out. I won’t hurt... read more

Jan 26, 2008 Posted by mike

Pouncer and the House on Rosebriar Lane: pg 5

For hours he wandered through the city streets. Taking in all the sounds and smells that were more wonderful than any old warm bowl of milk. He’d even found a real mouse to chase, though it got away. As the sun began to set and shadows fell over every street, Pouncer began to tremble. He turned down one street and then another. All of the buildings looked the same. As it grew darker, Pouncer felt more... read more