Cloud pet

If I had a cloud pet, I would name it Petra. She would float by my side, sleep in the fridge, and tumble around in the blue day sky. I might take her on walks, but if she encountered a big dog she might get scared and sprinkle a little bit of rain. I’ll calm her down with a little toy airplane treat. She will gobble it up and feel satisfied. Sometimes she’ll get angry, and perhaps she’ll rumble with thunder and strike the the closest thing with lightning. But it won’t hurt. She’s just a baby cloud after all.