There are a few cats in my home. I won't say we pet them, but they never leave this place. They are lazy to the bones. Though at time for lunch or dinner, I can hear their cries.
It's a family of four, who join together in a chorus - a band named 'eat and sleep', tagged 'that's all we do for life'.
Ha, but it hasn't been so sweet for them now. This regiment got their colonel. A neighbour cat, a tyrant one ; who chase the weak for fun.
One day or the other, my dear cats now have a scar. The battered faces tells the story of their war. At last the band name changes, but I'm not joyed at all.