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The short haired tan cat paced back and forth on the wooden privacy fence. "Where are they?" he questioned, still stalking.

"I dunno," a light meow came from the dumpster, followed by a bit of rummaging. A second later, a head popped up. "But I do know they already picked up the trash today."

"Get out of there, Keith," the elder cat reprimanded. "You'll miss the dishwater."

As if on cue, the muttering teenage busboy came out with a huge tub in his hands.

Keith gasped with delight and hopped down, grabbing the old cracked plate from its hiding spot behind the trash. The busboy dumped it a minute later, sending filthy water pouring across the street.

"Woo!" Keith used his mouth to throw the plate into the wave and jumped on top of it, letting the dirty water carry and spin him all the way over to George. "What a rush." He said, climbing off and twitching his paws to shake the water off.

"Keith, there's something wrong with you." Ryan told him as he and his friends approached.

A gift for ~furba4eva . She requested a picture of Keith surfing on a broken plate from her story "Alley Cats." Go read it; it's loads of awesome cuteness!

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Alley Cats © by ~furba4eva
Celtic Kitties © by Me
Celtic Thunder... I wish I owned that.

Description
The short haired tan cat paced back and forth on the wooden privacy fence. "Where are they?" he questioned, still stalking.

"I dunno," a light meow came from the dumpster, followed by a bit of rummaging. A second later, a head popped up. "But I do know they already picked up the trash today."

"Get out of there, Keith," the elder cat reprimanded. "You'll miss the dishwater."

As if on cue, the muttering teenage busboy came out with a huge tub in his hands.

Keith gasped with delight and hopped down, grabbing the old cracked plate from its hiding spot behind the trash. The busboy dumped it a minute later, sending filthy water pouring across the street.

"Woo!" Keith used his mouth to throw the plate into the wave and jumped on top of it, letting the dirty water carry and spin him all the way over to George. "What a rush." He said, climbing off and twitching his paws to shake the water off.

"Keith, there's something wrong with you." Ryan told him as he and his friends approached.

A gift for ~furba4eva . She requested a picture of Keith surfing on a broken plate from her story "Alley Cats." Go read it; it's loads of awesome cuteness!

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Alley Cats © by ~furba4eva
Celtic Kitties © by Me
Celtic Thunder... I wish I owned that.