catnapper
11-13-2004, 12:46 PM
This morning, everyone was doing something - I was drawing, Grant and Tony were cooking breakfast and the girls were in their rooms. Harry, Pouncer and Allen were soaking up the rays of sun streaking through the bedroom window. Ah, peaceful Saturday mornings.
Then in all the peaceful quiet, Abby started screaming and crying. She was laying on the carpet, stretched out as long as she could go and then using her nails to dig into the carpet, she dragged herself along sideways... all the while screaming her head off. There we stood -- all of us were looking at her stunned and concerned. Nobody wanted to touch her. We were wondering what was wrong with her. She didn't LOOK like she was in pain, just sounded like she was. The boys finally came down to see what the commotion was... she ran over to them, gave them big head bumpies and a great game of tag ensued. The little brat was BORED and LONELY. Brat! Brat! Bratty! Brat! Brat!
Then in all the peaceful quiet, Abby started screaming and crying. She was laying on the carpet, stretched out as long as she could go and then using her nails to dig into the carpet, she dragged herself along sideways... all the while screaming her head off. There we stood -- all of us were looking at her stunned and concerned. Nobody wanted to touch her. We were wondering what was wrong with her. She didn't LOOK like she was in pain, just sounded like she was. The boys finally came down to see what the commotion was... she ran over to them, gave them big head bumpies and a great game of tag ensued. The little brat was BORED and LONELY. Brat! Brat! Bratty! Brat! Brat!