Theme # 39: Duel


Crookshanks was in a good mood, today. The slightly bandy-legged cat stifled a cat-yawn, and stretched himself as he leaped, quite lightly, from the arm of the sofa, on to the window-sill. From here he could see out into the open, take a good look at the vast, green grounds that stretched below.

It was a cold day, and Crookshanks did not usually like those but, today, he did not mind. Because today he had had a cat-duel, a little struggle to get his share of bug, and he had come out of it the clear winner.