Where does Cat go at noon?
At breakfast, Cat sits on the deck of the pool, outside the glass doors to the kitchen. Bang, bang. She hits the door with her paw. This means “Johnny, feed me” in Cat’s special language. I get up from my chair and feed Cat.
รูปแมวเคาะประตูแล้วมีก้อนเมฆขึ้นจินตนาการถึงจองกิน แล้วจอห์นหันมาเห็น
At dinner time, Cat shadow-boxes the door, with the glimmer of lights reflected in the pool behind her. Cat is saying, “I’m hungry. Let me in.” I know this, because I know everything about Cat.
แมวเคาะ(ชก)ประตูท่ามกลางแสงไฟสลัว
Except, I do not know where Cat goes at noon.
After breakfast, Cat curls up in the sunshine and sleeps. When I get home from school, Cat trots down the road to meet me and tries to trip me by winding her sleek black and white body around and around my legs.
แมวม้วนตัว ขดตัว รอบๆจอห์น(ขนสีดำและขาว)
“Did you see her at noon?” I ask my mom as I empty my bookbag.
“No sign of her,” says my mom, handing me a glass of milk. She frowns at the three cookies I have taken from the box. There is a strict two-cookie rule in our house. I put one back.
“I’ll find out,” I say confidently.
จอห์นถามแม่ว่าเห็นแมวมั้ย