Mydas's Story

Mydas climbed lazily up to a low stone wall in the garden, just outside the hedge maze. A sun-bleached statue was perched there, bare feet dangling from the hem of a long, sculpted gown. The statue had her hands braced on the back of the wall, leaning into them to bask her face in the sun.

Her lap proved the perfect cradle for the chunky orange tabby. He settled in, nudging his body about until finding the perfect sideways curl. One orange leg kicked to the sky, and his front right paw came to rest backwards across his eyes. Soon after Mydas fell asleep. Little snores made their way from his nose, a gentle addition to the chips of the birds and the buzz of the bugs in Lorhill Gardens.

Meooow!

Tobble drops a mouse, catches it, flips in the air and starts juggling. Round and round and round again. Higher and higher. Faster and faster until... Whoops! The mouse landed on top of the statue.

Tobble moves to the base of the statue, and watches the mouse, purring with satisfaction.