(we need some actiooooooon!!!!!)
Iona scuttled around sniffing the floor around her for any scents of food. She was always hungry. Her nose rapidly twitched and her whiskers flickered, the dirty white and black bundle of fur moving around on the pavement like a Hoover. Suddenly, she felt a strange wind, probably breathing, on her back of something... Something big. The shadow on the floor was huge. Quickly, Iona recognised the shape of the shadow as a... Cats. "Hey... There ain't a... Cat... Be'ind me or anyfin?" She asked nervously as she still felt the large, slow breathing on her back fur.