"I'm so bored!" Snowy rolled around on the bed again. She had already rolled on the bed multiple times after she ate her breakfast; her mother had accurately described her movements as looking like a creeping cabbage worm.
Snowball laid on one side with its eyes narrowed. It yawned and did not feel bored––or it could be said that it went straight to sleep when it felt bored.
Snowy was not like a cat. She could not sleep more than ten hours a day; she had too much energy. She was trying to come up with a reason to go out and play.
Spending a good spring day at home was practically wasting one's life! But where should she go to play?