Angel - by Bryan (8 years old)

Mom found this writing from Bryan's homework folder -- 

I silently paw through the house. I am careful not to make a sound. I jump onto a sink. I stare for a long long time. I start licking myself with my hooked, scratchy tongue. Then I look at myself in the mirror. There, I see another me! I decided no to waste time with hallucinations of mine. I crawl behind a picture frame and bend my head. My tail was sticking out but I guess it's okay, cause after all, if I cannot see them, they cannot see me. That's the way it works! I come out and look down. It's the toilet. I wonder if I am the smartest cat around cause jumping into the toilet could ruin my preened fur, my good looks, and my popularity in town. I remember my grandfathers words: "As our hearts soar, so can ourselves". I suppose that if my mind is soaring, I'll be able to fly down! I decide to jump off. The next thing I knew, I was covered in toilet water. What a sight!

Then I went to the window,. I purred and made myself comfortable. I yawn, and look out the window. Another me! I decide not to bother my hallucinations. But the more I stayed there, the more tempting it was to leap up and fight. I started hissing and growling. The hair on my back stood up. I finally leaped up, ready to fight. Bang! Now that's what I call a solid shot. I crashed into the window, and all I got was a big, blueish, purplish bruise on my head. I tried a few more times, but all I got was a fully-mastered bruised head. I saw myself do all kinds of odd things, jumping, running, and jumping without falling! I must be dreaming. I guess its time to go to the vet's office again!

Ahhhhhh..., isn't this the life. My bruised head is gone. I am not seeing things. I look into the mirror. Ahh! Geez, I must be really sick or something. But I wouldn't want to go to the vet's again, in the same week! Boy, is life tough!