White Cat -5minutefreewrite

All the cats of all the colors meet in my back yard. My back yard is a magical mystical place that only exists in my noggin, because I have a vivid imagination.

The cats greet each other. Some walk along the top of a tall, tall fence, like Garfield and his girlfriend sometimes do when he's caterwauling. The ones who mingle down below are so numerous and so active, that's it's just a roiling, furry cesspool of tails and backs.

Then a white cat stands on her hind legs. She wants to see over the other cats. The other cats realize what a good idea this is, and they stand on their hind legs, too. Now it's not an advantage anymore, and the cats begin leaping over one another, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever it is cats are interested in. Other individual cats, I suppose. Now this sea of catness everdeen is bubbling and boiling. Waves of cats crash against the fence and the porch, because in ,my imagination, we have a nice porch... oh, there;s a hot tub laid into it, and sliding glass patio doors. I'm not sure. We'll come back to that.

The sea of cats...

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