WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN!!

DESIGNATION CODE FOR PARTS OF PYRAMID:

exposition--VIOLET
rising action: LIGHT BLUE
climax:PINK
falling action:LIGHT GREEN
resolutionORANGE
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1. WHAT THE CAT DRAGGED IN: Where'd THAT come from?!?.


Recently, my over-grown, mischevous kitten Tipton had quite an adventure! It was a dreary, scary day---the weather doesn't play out here in Eastern Tennessee; it storms 'most ev'ry day! It thundered hard and loudly, and it even scared the DOG!!
The cats, as well, were terrified, and pawed hard at the fog! And it did not surprise me when a big thud hit the door--in this milleu, I'm wary and am always up for MORE!! Much to my great astonishment, my Tipton was in range; since he's an active INDOOR cat, the yard was quite a change for his young, hardy wild self--he'd NEVER been outside except for when we packed him up and took him for a ride to his new home with all of us here in East Tennessee, where we're living with family, as happy as can be! Just like I said, he was IN FLIGHT, and soaring through the yard! He was flying rapidly--his small ears flapping hard! He'd caught a little animal--was bringing it to play; after his day with guinea pigs, I thought he'd stay away from inviting friends over to play, he's got cats of his own!! But when I asked him to explain, he said "he was alone! I couldn't leave him out there--the storm might have frightened him! And, since I've brought him in to play, I think I'll call him Jim!" So, Jim it was! Tip brought him in, and they played hard 'til night! To see them jump and play and roll was a rewarding sight!

2. A DIFFERENT TWIST



Recently, my over-grown, mischevous gray-and-white kitten Tipton had quite an adventure!I He is really two and one half years old, but in my big cat-herd, that age qualifies him as still being a kitten!! (His tiny twin sister Ripley was the surviving runt in their litter, and is barely large enough to pass as a one year old!!) The sight I saw of his antics made me realize that I could barelyt believe my eyes:, HE WAS IN FLIGHT, and was soaring through the yard! He was flying way too fast for his age--his small ears were flapping hard, and I couldn't understand why they just didn't go ahead and rip right off!! He'd caught a little animal--was bringing it in to play; after he had spent an unfortunate day being taunted by guinea pigs he had innocenyly invited in to play. I thought he'd stay away from inviting anyone in to play. Besides,, he's got plenty of cats of his own in here!! {c:lblue It did not surprise me when a big thud hit the door--in this milleu, I'm wary and am always up for MORE!! Much to my great astonishment, I had seen my Tipton in range; since he's an active INDOOR cat, the yard was quite a change for his young, hardy wild self--he'd NEVER been outside except for when we packed him up and took him for a ride to his new home with all of us here in East Tennessee, where we're living with family, as happy as can be! y, he's got cats of his own!! But when I asked him to explain, he said "he was alone! I couldn't leave him out there--the storm might have frightened him! And, since I've brought {c:violet" It was a dreary, scary day---the weather doesn't play out here in Eastern Tennessee; it storms 'most ev'ry day! It thundered hard and loudly, and it even scared the DOG!!
The cats, as well, were terrified, and pawed hard at the fog! So, it did not surprise me when a big thud hit the door--in this milleu, I'm wary and am always up for MORE!! Much to my great astonishment, my Tipton was in range; since he's an active INDOOR cat, the yard was quite a change for his young, hardy wild self--he'd NEVER been outside except for when we packed him up and took him for a ride to his new home with all of us here in East Tennessee, where we're living with family, as happy as can be! Just like I said, he was IN FLIGHT, and soaring through the yard! He was flying rapidly--his small ears flapping hard! He'd caught a little animal--was bringing it to play; after his day with guinea pigs, I thought he'd stay away from inviting friends over to play, he's got cats of his own!! But when I asked him to explain, he said "he was alone! I couldn't leave him out there--the storm might have frightened him! And, since I've brought him in to play, I think I'll call him Jim!" So, Jim it was! Tip brought him in, and they played hard 'til night! To see them jump and play and roll was a rewarding sight!