three cool cats
The trio bound out into the snow, leaping, rolling, stepping delicately, tails twitching in the crisp winter air.
They scamper, burrowing into tunnels, tackling each other. The large yellow cat tackles the small brown cat and rolls with her, nuzzling his nose against her. The sleek black cat swats at the yellow cat's head. The brown cat nudges the black cat affectionately, then bounds away. The yellow cat gives chase, catching her beneath a young tree.
The black cat bumps the slender trunk with his head, and snow falls on the other two. Mostly on the yellow cat. The yellow cat leaps after his ebony friend, tackling him until the little brown minx distracts him again.
They find a small hill and slide down, half-sliding, half-rolling. The yellow cat chases a squirrel. The black cat finds a blown leaf leftover from autumn and swats it about. The brown cat finds a patch of grass, blown free of the snow, and settles in to watch her two companions, curling her tail around her sleek body, purring.
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"Something wrong, Arthur?" Gwen asks him, peeling one eye open to see her husband sitting up in bed, a very perplexed look on his face.
"I had a really weird dream. We were cats."
"Cats?" she raises her eyebrows.
"Yeah. You, me, and Merlin. Cats. Playing in the snow."
"That's silly. Cats don't play in the snow."
"That's the silly part to you?"
"Was I at least a cute cat?" she asks, grinning at him and snuggling close, pulling him back down.
"The cutest little brown cat. I couldn't keep my paws off of you." He wraps his arms around her now. "I will say this, though: That is definitely the last time I eat sushi after 9 p.m."