Pouncer and the House on Rosebriar Lane: pg 4

He must have sat in the stuffy little bag for nearly an hour. He was just about to give up hope when Madam picked up the bag. Like a wonderful carnival ride, Pouncer was carried out the front door and slipped into the waiting car. He poked his head out from between the flaps of the bag. Through the window he could see the tallest trees reaching up towards the bright blue sky. In the distance loomed the towering buildings of the city.
His heart pounded as the car started. As they pulled off down the street he looked back towards the little blue house and saw his sister’s sitting in the window. Barely able to contain his excitement, Pouncer settled down into the bag. Soon he would be in the big city, he thought as he yawned and drifted off into a dreamy sleep.
He woke with a start as he heard the car door open and felt the bag lift once again. He cautiously peered out from the bag as Madam took the steps up to her sister’s front door. Pouncer knew he was going to have to make his escape soon or he would find himself stuck inside another house.
When Madam dropped the bag to the floor to give her sister a hug, Pouncer jumped out, scurried down the steps and hid inside the bushes beside the fence. He was free at last, he thought as he strode out of the bushes and on to the city sidewalk.
No more watching birds from the window or chasing pretend mice across the kitchen floor. No more little sisters to nag at him or pounce on him while he was trying to nap. And no more Mother to tell him to eat his supper or play nicely with his sisters. Now he was a city cat! A big, bad alley cat! He arched his back and hissed at a napkin blowing in the street.