Slinking along its path through the thin grass that lined the riverbank there was a lithe predator with glossy golden fur that caught the sunlight and shattered it like glass into a million shades of amber. The cat who prowled the riverside was a child of the Devil, but it proudly thought itself an Angel of the Lord. It was a quiet creature that most times kept its claws sheathed for it had no reason to use them. Yet upon this sunlit hour, the cat was on the hunt. It hunted not for food, of this it had plenty, instead, it sought the mice in the grasses to soothe the prying instinct that sang to it so Sweetly yet so Eagerly, no, it could wait no longer. The cat's paws dipped into the cool stream of water landing on the smooth stones beneath and it filled its lungs Greedily with the scent of the woods. Pure exhilaration ran through its veins and with every turn of the breeze the cat twitched its whiskers as if it and the world were Perfectly in tune. And then, there! It spotted the threads of white whiskers and scrawny body of a boney little mouse. It was certainly nothing remarkable, the mouse would not have fed the cat, even if the cat were hungry, yet still, the cat was fully and instantly Infatuated with the creature, and its maw salivated in anticipation of its savory flavor. It leaned back on its haunches and then sprung in a Graceful arc over the river, catching the mouse in its white teeth. The cat spat out its kill and turned it over with its paw to admire the way its white fur turned crimson that shimmered like the sun on the water. How could a Demon or a sinful act of Lust or Gluttony bring about something so Ethereally Beautiful? The cat's limbs trembled with the Thrill of its catch, and yet it left the mouse on the riverbed Uneaten.
