James heard the sound of his precious kitten. He was too tired for this. He grabbed the box of bacon bits and mixed in with Hamlet's food. "Hamlet, please calm down," Of course, 'calm down' isn't exactly in Hamlet's dictionary. He slumped his back, and went to the stairs. He stopped at the base, and sized them up. He straightened his back, and slowly went up the stairs. He came to the first door and opened it. The kitten flew down the stairs. James thought that she was lonely, and today he was picking up a cat. He entered the room, and pulled on a wrinkled shirt. It was black and it read 'I'm not deaf, I'm just choosing not to listen.' Then he pulled on his favorite sweater and scarf, and moved on with his pants. He never wore pants when he went to bed. He rummaged through some dresser doors. He found a dark pair of baggy pants. Mom. He put them back and grabbed some lighter jeans. They were skinny jeans. He went downstairs, with some socks in his hand. He ran to the kitchen, and put the dog's food dish on the floor. It looked like slop, but James made it. Anyway, he ran back to the couch and sat down. He now had his favorite shoes; hightops. Once they were on, he told the animals to stay, until he came home. He went to his car, and slid in through the window. He backed up, and put the car into it's driving position. He shifted the stick to the 'D' and than drove off. He went a couple blocks away, and came to a nice looking animal shelter. He pulled the car up to see if they were open.
Open he thought. He moved to the side to park. Once he parked his car, then opened his door. He came to the door, and heard the bell ring. He looked from side to side, noticing a plump woman. "Cat." James told her. She only looked up from a book, and pointed to a door. He nodded to her, and opened the door. 'Cat' was written above the door. So many cats! He browsed through the sections of cats, and noticed one he liked. An American Curl. It was a nice ginger color, with the best feature; it's curled ears.
"What's taking him so long?" Hamlet complained, after James left for two minutes. "He hasn't even been gone that long!" "It feels like forever!" He said, ignoring the cat. He finished his delicious meal. James had poured him some water before he left. He drank it all, now he had to go outside. Badly. He ran to his doggy door, and slipped through. He went to a tree, and finished. He felt better.
