thelovelyshadow
And the cat would dwell on whether or not he should eat the mouse, or save it for later.
He decided he could always get another one, and he was pretty hungry.
He ate it.
And its sweet, succulent flesh made him flick his tail in delight.
A minute is standard time.
And you waste it.
Constantly.
Get up and be productive.
Off you go.
Little one.