Big Momma stretched her front paws into the golden sand. Warm grains sifted between her toes. Then she froze. A deep, rhythmic crash echoed nearby.
Big Momma crept toward the sound. A wave foamed over her paws — cool and wet. She yowled and leapt back. Then she noticed a spiral shell left behind.
She nudged the shell with her nose. It clicked softly against her whiskers. "What's this?" she thought, tail curling好奇ly around it.
Big Momma chased a retreating wave. It pulled at her belly fur. She tumbled forward into a shallow pool — then stopped. A tiny hiss escaped her.
She batted at her own rippling reflection. "Hello, little cat," she thought. The water made a gentle lap-lap sound as it settled.
Big Momma spotted something bright ahead — a striped towel draped over a beach chair. She circled it twice, then sank onto the soft fabric. The salty breeze ruffled her ears.
Big Momma settled into the soft towel. The ocean sighed in the distance. She purred — a deep, rumbling sound — and her eyes folded shut.
The beach was quiet now. Only the ocean kept its steady song. Big Momma dreamed of shells and splashing waves.