Bare Feet, Fish And Insomnia
crinkle, crinkle, crinkle....
I shoot a look at the clock on the shelf and it's
2 in the morning.
SOMEONE is playing with a shopping bag, A shopping bag filled with toys, nip and other stuff.
A few minutes later.
Whack, tinkle, whack, tinkle.
I hear the sound of a plastic ball with a bell on the inside hitting the wall...Some demented entity is playing handball, in a frenzy no less, while I am trying to sleep...
I get up to police the situation and halfway I feel my foot step onto a warm, crinkling object in the middle of the floor. I grimace and do the "Just Stepped Into Something That Isn't Supposed To Be There" dance.
I turn on the light and see....
A giant gift bag on it's side, Cat toys galore spilling from it, Ed looking surprised that I have interrupted the 'game', the 'game' ball slowly rolling to a stop.....I look over my shoulder and I see the warm, crinkly thing I stepped on....It's a catnip fish!!
I set the bag back on the couch amd went back to sleep.
In the morning I spied the bag flattened, with the imprint a cat body outlined on it.
Sometimes I wonder who hates me more, Edward or the Pet Talk members who lavish all those gifts upon him..
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