A crouching, fluffy, brownish-grey cat was stealing up the side of the fence.

The Mino walked statelily up to her, with manly nonchalance.

She crouched before him and pressed herself on the ground in humility, a fluffy soft outcast, looking up at him with wild eyes that were green and lovely as great jewels.

He looked casually down on her.

So she crept a few inches further, proceeding on her way to the back door, crouching in a wonderful, soft, self-obliterating manner, and moving like a shadow.
He, going statelily on his slim legs, walked after her, then suddenly, for pure excess, he gave her a light cuff with his paw on the side of her face.