Aggie, The Feline Leprechaun

It was a comely morning. In a distance, the sound of a redheaded woodpecker tapping a pine tree in search of breakfast echoed throughout Colleen's tranquil room. The cool spring breeze whispered sweet forget-me-nots inside her ears as the sun's warm, frisky rays kissed her forehead.

However, it was the familiar aroma of Corned Beef and Cabbage that finally woke this sleeping beauty. Of course, this was one day Colleen might have wished to sleep through.

"Here girl! Aggie, Aggie - Aggi-!" She called wiping last night's sleep from her baby blue eyes.

"Where are you, Aggie?"

Colleen wasn't too surprised that her white, short-haired cat didn't greet her first thing this morning. Aggie has always been an adventurous cat. So it's possible the smell of Corned Beef lured her taste buds to the kitchen.

Nonetheless, Colleen decided to look for Aggie underneath her covers, mainly near the foot of her bed. After all, that was where she was last night. And since Aggie has soft, short fur, it's sometimes easy for Colleen to forget that it's a cat, not a fluffy pillow, that warms her feet and legs throughout the night.

As she turned her covers over, her eyes honed in to the place where Aggie lain her fluffy head the night before, near her right foot. Aggie wasn't there! Yet her presence was horribly seen smeared on Colleen's right calf. Her fears grew as she dragged her tiny right foot through a dampish section of her bed; her droopy eyes gazed on the nickel-sized spots that stained her bottom sheets. The drought of Aggie's aura caused her heart to sag in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh, Aggie, I. . . I," Colleen tearfully stuttered. "I never would've done this to you, I . . . I - hope you're not dea- who would've done such a thing to my sweet Aggie."

Colleen hurried out of bed and jumped into her Green Bay Packers' jogging pants and white T-shirt. As she began to exit her room, she noticed the same nickel sized spots that stained her sheets also riddled her carpet. Moreover, she noticed the pattern of the spots resembled a three-leaf clover; in fact, they appeared to be tiny paw prints.

"Awwww! Aggie, you're still alive; I think," she mumbled as she followed the prints into the hallway. "But do cats bleed green?"

Confused by the green spots that soiled her bedsheets and the green paw prints that speckled the carpet, Colleen followed the color until it got lighter, lighter, and finally disappeared in the middle

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