Oliver was his name; imitation was his game. Or, at least, he thought so! His human family thought he was pretty funny, but they didn’t realize what he was trying to do. He thought about all the animals he had ever seen in books or on the TV and thought he could imitate them. He tried being a tiger, an alligator, a horse. Nothing worked. Of course, he loved birds, but he couldn’t do that either.
He tried being like a tiger since they were his ancestors. But, instead of a big ROAR, the only thing that came out of his mouth was a little squeak. He couldn’t scare anything with that, so he tried to be an alligator. Nope, his nose wasn’t long enough. He could hop around on all fours and pretend to be a bird, but he couldn’t fly. He would have loved to have been a horse, but he was too little for someone to ride. Me, oh my! What was poor Oliver to do. He didn’t want to just lie around and be a typical cat.
Then, he had a brilliant idea! He had the thing he could imitate in front of him everyday! This was perfect. Why hadn’t he thought of this before? Now this he could do very well.