The Cat's Meow!

......heading down the straight away, he slipped and fell and for an instant I thought I had him, but he rounded the last corner of the porch, and I was once again on the chase. As I came around the corner, there he was, trying his dog gone best to enlist the help of the cat. They spoke only briefly, but it was plain to see that the apathetic cat refused to get involved. She blinked, yawned and looked away in disdain, clearly above it all. He was on the run once again and I was still in heavy pursuit, but beginning to feel fatigue fall over me like a blanket on a hot day. This fowl was getting the better of me. I was losing heart for the chase, but forged onward for Jacob's sake. The boy must have shoes.