A black cat was sitting on a mat. Up in the sky fluffy clouds drifted by, causing the cat to reflect on the meaning of his life. His paws felt strange. It was as if they were hanging off him like linen hangs off a washing line. He licked them discerningly, for he was a clean cat.
An enticing smell drifted by his nostrils and his deep eyes lit up. He knew that wholesome smell anywhere. It was the earthy scent of a female. He got up onto all four paws and tracked it down the carpeted corridor, out of his cat flap, and onto the mucky street where a myriad of other stinks, perfumes and whiffs abounded. Unflummoxed, he trotted on his way in the promising direction.