My lamp – Kitty knocked it over while
trying to catch the moths it attracts. She does not realize that no
matter how well she can climb the screen, she's not going to be able
to catch bugs through the window. She is inside and they out, and it
will stay that way until such time when I can no longer stand her
piteous mrows. Then – alas, poor winged soul, you have been chosen
as tonight's plaything and eventual feast. Please, come into the
light and warmth... oh, and Kitty's belly.
The dinosaur (heater) – though really
it's more of a “whump,” followed by a huge dinosaur sigh. A sigh
that says “Yes, alright, I'm awake. And now I will heat your
house.” I think it's an old dinosaur, arthritic and probably with
dentures. But day after day it keeps on. With heaving, wheezing
breaths, the ancient creature banishes chill and ill will from our
home.
Nothing – absolutely nothing. No,
really, there's nothing there. But that doesn't stop the dogs from
barking at it.
The Tall One – Mr. Jameson “Jay”
(or just J) McF. He's had some impressive growth spurts, and with
them the sudden surprise at the length of his limbs. And let's not
get started on his appetite! He doesn't thump and bump as much as
some, but he has not yet perfected his ninja-ness, so it's always
apparent when he's at last decided to get ready for bed. Not that I
can blame him. I remember the drawers he's opening and the doors
he's closing. He lives in my old room now, and I can attest to the
fact that the “bedtime” process is riddled with noisy
booby-traps.
The clumsy one – that's me, by the
way. I walk into doors, trip over animals, drop shoes and books and
bottles of assorted scented products. Hands hit windows, elbows hit
walls. And then finally – finally – I fall into bed.
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