I'm totally avoiding Midnight today. He's been inside all day and I've been outside all day. I have a best friend who lives the next yard over. Her name is Sparkles, but we call her Sparks. I have another friend around too. His name is Troubles. Sparks is his sister. Here I am sitting on the porch on the back of the house and here come my two friends. As soon as I see them i zoom over and rub muzzles with both. " Whoa! Whoa! I don't rub muzzles! Sorry," says Troubles. I glare at him and all he does is return it. " Don't listen to him, Margaret. He's a cricket-brain," she slapped him with her paw, but without claws out. He shook him self and then started chasing a butterfly that had landed on his nose. Finally he turned around and whispered," I call this one," he paused for a moment then said," The Butterfly Ripper." He turned back around. Staring at the butterfly, he jumped up and attempted to twist around in front of it. It didn't turn out well. He was too late and fell back down on his back. He got up shaking the dirt and grass off him self. I looked where he had landed and found a flattened butterfly. I let out a hiss to get his attention. He looked down and said," Told you it would work." He looked at me with hope in his eyes." Oh no! Oh no! I'm not gonna try that! I don't feel like breaking my back! sorry," he gives me the sad eyes. Right at that moment Midnight jumps up on the fence and says," I'll do it for you."