The wind was almost absent where Pixie was, a dark and long alley between Brutus and Pixie’s house, next to Lola and Mr. Wrinkles house. The tiny peach cat skipped along, happily singing a silly tune to herself as she explored the alley way.
“La la la, la da da DA! BOOM!” Pixie giggled.
She pretended that the piece of dust hovering around the ground was a mouse, she pounced on it. Hissing playfully as she pawed it and made it spin in the air, just as it did, she noticed the shadowy silhouette of a skinny wrinkly cat in the shadows.
She gasped in fright, “ALIEN!!” Pixie cried out.
Before the shadow could speak, she dashed out of the alley, shivering in fear. But then realized that she couldn't tell if it was an alien, if she hadn't looked. Lingering, she pushed herself away from the corner of their neighbor's house and went on, slowly approaching the dumpster connecting along the walls where the skinny cat had been residing. As she went closer, and closer,