Clumsy Cat Clumpy Cat-alpa

I read the contest and was like, how did she do that? Tongue twisters ain't my cup of tea. I'm not that creative with words.

And just like that I skipped the thought of participating like I mostly do when I see a contest. But then, a day later, it came across my eyes again, and suddenly, an idea popped up inspired by today's true events.

Here we go...

The clumsy cat climbed a clumpy catalpa causing crepuscular chaos.

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^{can you spot me?}

Clumsy? Who says I'm clumsy? I'm the long-haired princess of Persia. Now, I may not exactly resemble Rapunzel, but once a Persian lord called me something similar -blush blush. I prefer this name, tried changing it too, but oh cat, do hoomans even listen? They come up with the most absurd names as if I'm something to eat. Muffin? Oh, for heaven's sake... you could do better.

I have made it a point never to respond to such ludicrous name-calling. Even today, I shouted at my owner, "Meow'm Pawpunzel", and he just laughed and told his arrogant daughter, muffin wants me to take her out all the time. The daughter, who's only visiting for the winter holidays, gave me a pitying look. Now what she would know, she only barely touches me sometimes and never so much as held me as if I'm some kind of plague. I feel she doesn't appreciate the beauty and only looks interestingly at me when I playfully respond.

The owner took me out as per the daily routine; he usually ties a long rope with my collar so that I don't pull a stunt of leaving the house. I know he's afraid the rogue dogs of the neighbours might attack me. That day, he didn't tie me, and I was grateful to him for that. One should trust their family.

I roamed in the garden for a while and then it got boring. I wasn't in the mood to play with hoomans too. My eyes caught sight of a tree with a wall. In the split second, when hoomans weren't looking at me, I climbed it. I was midway when I heard the annoying daughter shouting, she is running away. But by that time, I was already on top of the high walls of the house. I laughed in my whiskers and enjoyed the warm winter sun while casually strolling the top edge of the walls.

I spent an hour in total bliss, totally ignoring the calls of my owners, who wanted me to get down because the sun was touching the horizon and cold was spreading its arms. I was in no mood, but you gotta do things for your stomach. So I half-heartedly turned back to climb down the same tree. As soon as I looked down, I started feeling dizzy.

What was happening? I tried again but the ground seemed too low. Am I scared? It can't be true. Felines are supposed to be agile. But am I a beauty without brains, strength and courage? A damsel in distress?

The otherwise calm and quiet crepuscular hour in the house turned chaotic. I was in distress figuring out how to come down and my owners were even more worried about me. They also knew that I wanted to get down, but I was scared, and I was at a place where they couldn't reach me. They pushed a ladder to me, but I didn't know what it was for. Another hour went by. Amongst all this chaos, I jumped in a nearby window and from there somebody grabbed my neck and pulled me down.

Humph... I was in the arms of my owner. Relief set in. I don't know what happened next, I can only recall frantically devouring my dinner and napping on the couch in a quiet but safe corner.

Oh, and I remember the owner talking about cutting down that tree which I climbed to go up. They were calling it a catalpa, but it wasn't a catalpa, they probably named it that after me... strange.

And that daughter, I heard her making a tongue twister that oddly felt familiar. I still don't like her.

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