Me he he he he eeeoooow, meow.
"Oh! It's like that is it. Well Meow back at you, you little minx. Where ARE you?"
He was suddenly surprised by the small kitten leaping, and attacking the outside of the wire screen door.
mew, mew, mew, MEEEEWWWWW
"Unh hunh. Serves you right. Sneaking outside like that. I bet you slipped right by Moms when she was on her way out to the car to go to garden club. You didn't expect to get all wet, though, did you? Now, your caught with your claws on the screen door. Hold on, and I'll get you down."
Bobby opened the screen and tried to grab the kitten by the scruff of the neck, in a mama-bite manner. Then he had to take the front paws and gently remove each claw from a screen square..
"Yow! Quit clawing me like that. I am trying to help you here. Maybe you will learn to avoid claw snags in the future.
Ok. Panther. Your free now."
Suddenly the kitten scurried up Bobby's chest and took point on Bobby''s shoulder. The loud purring let anyone nearby know that Panther had achieved happiness. The purr was interrupted by a head butt just before Panther jumped to the floor and started circling around Bobby's feet.
Meow.
"Meow to you too. "
Meeeorow. Mew Meeeoooow!
Suddenly, Bobby is singing to the kitten, "Meow, meow, meow, meow
I want turkey
I want liver...
Ok, Ok. I get it your hungry.
Gleeps! If I had realized just how irritating a cute little kitten could be, I would have paid more attention the first time I went panther hunting.
But no. I had to listen to a set of french choirboys that convinced me that kittens are cute."
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
3.14
An abrupt crash in the kitchen jerked Moms out of a sound sleep. She poked Peter in the shoulder and hissed, "Peter, there is something wrong down in the kitchen. I just heard a door slam."
Suddenly they heard a lyrical clatter. "That sounds like my metal mixing bowls. Peter we need to go down and see what is going on!"
Peter grumbled some. He had always known where Trixie got her curiosity. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, Helen was more than willing to let him lead the charge in investigating mysterious events and he knew that he would get no more sleep until he solved Helens' mystery. They both put on their robes, and Helen huddled closely behind him as he opened their bedroom door.
Peter stopped short outside the bedroom door as he saw Trixie holding a baseball bat and Bobby holding his slingshot armed and ready. He held his finger to ask for silence and waived them to the back of the line.
Trixie whispered, "Watch out for the squeaky stair."
Peter nodded and stepped forward until he could see down the stairs into the kitchen where every light shone brightly.
Gradually, they became aware of garbled singing.
Moms pushed by Peter and called out, "Martin Belden. What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in my kitchen in the middle of the night? "
Mart shuffled his feet and looked up at Moms with no little bit of embarrassment. "I'm sorry Moms. I didn't mean to make so much noise. I just felt like making a pizza."
Moms huffed, "A pizza, at three in the morning? Have you been drinking?"
Mart puffed out his chest. "No Moms. But I could be drunk on love. She loves me Moms. Me! Diana loves me! I am going to make a pizza to celebrate.
As Mart finished gathering the ingredients he burst into song.
When the moon hits your eye like a big
pizza pie that's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've
had too much wine, that's amore
It was plain to the rest of the family that they would get no more sleep, and that this would be a memorable PI day.
Suddenly they heard a lyrical clatter. "That sounds like my metal mixing bowls. Peter we need to go down and see what is going on!"
Peter grumbled some. He had always known where Trixie got her curiosity. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, Helen was more than willing to let him lead the charge in investigating mysterious events and he knew that he would get no more sleep until he solved Helens' mystery. They both put on their robes, and Helen huddled closely behind him as he opened their bedroom door.
Peter stopped short outside the bedroom door as he saw Trixie holding a baseball bat and Bobby holding his slingshot armed and ready. He held his finger to ask for silence and waived them to the back of the line.
Trixie whispered, "Watch out for the squeaky stair."
Peter nodded and stepped forward until he could see down the stairs into the kitchen where every light shone brightly.
Gradually, they became aware of garbled singing.
Moms pushed by Peter and called out, "Martin Belden. What is the meaning of this? What are you doing in my kitchen in the middle of the night? "
Mart shuffled his feet and looked up at Moms with no little bit of embarrassment. "I'm sorry Moms. I didn't mean to make so much noise. I just felt like making a pizza."
Moms huffed, "A pizza, at three in the morning? Have you been drinking?"
Mart puffed out his chest. "No Moms. But I could be drunk on love. She loves me Moms. Me! Diana loves me! I am going to make a pizza to celebrate.
As Mart finished gathering the ingredients he burst into song.
When the moon hits your eye like a big
pizza pie that's amore
When the world seems to shine like you've
had too much wine, that's amore
It was plain to the rest of the family that they would get no more sleep, and that this would be a memorable PI day.
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