The cat did away with his spoon

Early one sky filled day a cat made of fur and stuff stepped through his very own battering door to find a whole day in front of him and last night curled up behind him in a spacious ball. Cocktails and hazed youngsters haunted his crawling sloping steps to the sea. Adrift on a watery feeling the meek mogg flotsamed and jetsamed his way out across his front garden, pestered meagrely by the large flee flirt next door. Her bark was so so. Her bite no one could tell for at the first sign of a raised hand a cowardly mask was pulled over the gleaming teeth to reveal nothing but pale.