By Aaleigh aka Batman
Bob watching with deep brown eyes that stare into your soul. A mask and a furry tail. He sits on my roof always watching with a blank look on his face. He has a soda can. He bites and licks from Jim our neighbor’s trash.
I sit up in my bed that morning stretching. I open my eyes and Bob is sitting at my window watching me sleep in my purple room. I can’t scream all. I do is look and air comes out. Finally I push out enough to scream and throw Mr. Tud Tud my brown matted-down teddy at him, and he falls back off the sill that was covered with snow and ice.
Why was he there? I remembered I left my cat’s food out and I let him eat it. The one lesson I learned fast: NEVER feed Bob.
