Greetings, friends.
My entry
Mr. Meow
The tail nearly escaped.
Run!
The neighbor was left behind in a rage, with the rake in his hand... Behind him were floating hairs, strands of gold stopped for an instant in the air like an expanded and translucent flame.
Jump!
With a shake of the backbone he bent space time. A dull flash closed the wormhole in the neighbor's yard.
And, Meow! greeted Mr. Meow, and, with a cotton jump, landed in Mrs. Chela's lap.