Tinpoet's dose of cute Sunday writing prompts ... It's cold enough here to turn on the living room's gas heater. Our cat, Buzz. He can't make it past! Been like this for the last two hours. Propane as feline kryptonite!
Wonder what he's dreaming? Running through a field of warm, slowly-moving mice perhaps. Any writers who want to take a stab at the inner Buzz, go for it in the comments!