The Storm Cat

         The storm cat's whiskers twitch as he saunters over his cloudy kingdom.  He lashes his tail in eager anticipation as a ball of yarn rolls into sight.  The yarn is made of tightly wound water, ready for play.  Growling with excitement, the storm cat leaps, batting the ball away with his powerful paws.  His rumble of satisfaction echoes throughout the sky.

         Far below, the people on the streets look up.

         "Listen to the thunder," they say. "Here comes a storm."

         As the liquid yarn unravels, rain begins to fall, punctuated only by the happy thundering of a storm cat at play.

Word Count: 100
Written for the short short short short story contest (100 word limit)