The Adventures of Shermie Cat - Flash Fiction #4

So, it had to happen eventually. Here's a flash fiction about my cat. The rules of this one were: 5 paragraphs, 5 sentences each - Paragraph #2 should be all simple sentences, #3 should be complex and #4 should be compound. I tried to conceptualize the structure like I do dependency parsing, but I don't know if it worked.....

And I have no excuse for not posting yesterday, just that I was grumpy. Which is lame, I know. But I'm not apologizing. =P

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Shermie Cat dipped his paw into the tide pool. Today he was going to catch some fish. All the alley cats had laughed at his pampered lifestyle, but he would show them. He could out-fish and out-mouse and out-hunt the best of those garbage-eating alley cats. A little splash to the left caught his attention, that was the place he was going to fish.

Fish were a funny lot. They were always darting around at the slightest hint of danger. His claws were newly sharpened. His reflexes had been honed. He was ready!

He slapped the water with a paw, hoping to startle the fish into confusion. It seemed to work as they swam this way and that, blinded by fear. His claw shot out so that he could paw the water furiously. However, no fish seemed to fall prey to his claws while he wrestled with the water. Maybe he’d have to think of another strategy that utilzed stealth and accuracy.

Shermie sauntered over to another place in the tide pool and he saw some movement under the sand. This was his opportunity to shine but would he make it? Crouching down low on his front paws, he wiggled his bottom in the air and he got ready to pounce. He lept off the rock and landed in the pool with a splash, claws digging deep into the sand. His claws caught something wiggling but then he remembered how much he hated water!

With a yowl he shot out of the water, flinging his prize onto the sand. But the prize had been angered now and it came after Shermie with a vengeance. The kitty, however, was not going to be afraid of a little fish. He pounced on it as it latched onto his nose with a tiny pincher. Oh no, how the alley cats would laugh when they found out he had mistaken a crab for a fish!