I leap down from the creaky rooftop I've been perched on top of for the past half hour or so. I smack my paws against a dumpster and land right on the lid. It closes at the exact time I prance onto the gravel of the street beside Central Park. My nose scrunches up as I pick up the scent of the almond cart. The man that drives the cart passes me by. I see he has switched his red sweater in for a blue one today. The beautiful old lady white white hair is seated on her customary bench as a child blows some sphere-type balloons that glisten and dance through the summer air. One of the sphere-type things seems to be approaching me slowly, and my eyes swell up at it's sight. A rainbow of light forms on it's side as it lands on my nose gently. My sockets widen and suddenly it vanishes in mid-air. I move my head clumsily searching for it, but it's nowhere to be found. "Mama! All my bubbles just falled and pop.. and now they gone!" a little girl pouts on the sidewalk as she sucks on the apple-red lollipop that rests on her tongue. Bubbles. I ponder for a while, but then I hear the sound of the guitar player on the bench. I can't resist myself to her old tunes. Her pink hair is a blossoming orchid in the middle of a gray field. I rest beside her, purring, as she sings to the tunes of country music. Suddenly a chill skids down my spine and my ears open up, as wide as ever so you can see the pink inside them. My fur stands on end. Nelo's, the italian restaurant, has opened it's doors and a wall of humans fill every gap in the entrance. I sneak up to the iron door in the back. Those mice are humming tunes again as I push the door open with my paws. I creep towards the slice of fish on the pantry gingerly, careful not to make a sound in case the men in white hats catch me. I press my paws against the wooden floor and jump high. I grab the huge slice of pinkish salmon with my teeth, not letting go for anything in the world. Just as I scamper away, a man in a white suit wobbles after me. I watch the yellow machines zoom past me and wait until the red light goes up. you see, when the humans turn the red light on, us cats can cross the street. Unfortunately some humans that don't ride the yellow machines take advantage of the red light and pass with us, too. A jingle fills my ears. The ice-cream truck tingles it's way into my heart and a rainbow of kids are standing in front of it's window before I can beat a paw against the ground. I run towards it, and wait for a little boy or girl to drop their cone. A white ball falls to the ground. I taste it first, to make sure it is not mango flavored. Mango is the worst tasting ice cream ever for a cat. Next time you drop an ice-cream please remember that. I sniff it and then lick it. Mmm. It's a savory vanilla ice cream with dots of something brown. The dots are the best part of an ice cream.
