Jan 26, 2008 Posted by Michael

Pouncer and the House on Rosebriar Lane: pg 3

Pouncer turned to stalk away. He did not want to be in the little blue house for another day. Pouncer was imagining himself prowling the busy, bright streets and didn’t notice Madam walking towards him. The old woman stumbled over the kitten. “Pouncer, you silly kitten, you nearly tripped me.” Pouncer darted inside Madam’s fallen bag, afraid he was in trouble. But Madam just reached down and softly... read more

Jan 26, 2008 Posted by Michael

Pouncer and the House on Rosebriar Lane: pg 2

“Children!” his mother called out one sunny afternoon. Pouncer ran across the kitchen, jumped up and over the old chair and landed with a heavy thud on the floor in front of his mother. His baby sister, Molly, came prancing up behind him. “Mother, did you see what Pouncer just did?” “Molly darling,” Mother scolded in her sweet voice. “It’s not polite to tattle-tell.” Pouncer stuck his tongue out at his... read more

Jan 26, 2008 Posted by Michael

Pouncer and the House on Rosebriar Lane: pg 1

by Dawn Sewer In the little blue house at the end of Rosebriar Lane, lived an old woman, three kittens and a mother cat. There were plenty of windows to sit in, a big comfy couch to nap on and bowls of warm milk to drink. Pouncer, the oldest of the kittens was bored of sitting in the windows, napping on the couch and drinking warm milk. He wanted to go to the big city where he could prowl the streets, dig... read more