I’m staring out the window, admiring this cute feline from down the road when my little brother Salem comes over.
“You gotta make your move, man. She’s never going to notice you if you don’t.”
“I don’t have a move,” I answer, bowing my head. I’m just not as smooth with the ladies.
He waves a paw, “Catch a spider in front of her. That drives the girls wild.”
I shake my head, “I can’t do a spider. They creep me out.”
Salem laughs at me, “Then catch something else, Duffus.” He turns and taps the glass causing her to look my way.
Ack! I’m not prepared. I quickly glance around and begin flailing about at a fly. Then I arch my back, puff up my tail, bend down and eat it.
Salem’s mouth drops open, he raises an eyebrow and looks to the floor, “What was that?”
I keep my head low and mumble, “A raisin. A dusty old raisin.” I slink away with the fly following me.