A thousand tiny bumps in the night
May. 18th, 2015 02:40 pmYesterday
learnteach gave us a many-quart plastic jar of dried kernels of corn, in many lovely colors. I brought it in the house and set it on the edge of the table in our kitchen. I thought about it at the time, and decided it was heavy enough we wouldn't knock it over by mistake. Some time later, we went to bed.
Readers of this journal are aware that we have cats, no? One in particular, in fact, one who likes experimentation. He likes to see what sound objects make when they land. After falling.
Just before 7:00 this morning, when Chaz and I were still asleep, I was awoken by a loud thump from our kitchen, followed immediately by the high-pitched noise of tiny objects clattering on the floor. Guess what Chaz and I were doing just after 7:00 this morning?
(Yes, the cat lived, though he did come to me about fifteen minutes later for scritches and reassurances. I might have called him some unkind names. Quietly. It was still early.)
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Readers of this journal are aware that we have cats, no? One in particular, in fact, one who likes experimentation. He likes to see what sound objects make when they land. After falling.
Just before 7:00 this morning, when Chaz and I were still asleep, I was awoken by a loud thump from our kitchen, followed immediately by the high-pitched noise of tiny objects clattering on the floor. Guess what Chaz and I were doing just after 7:00 this morning?
(Yes, the cat lived, though he did come to me about fifteen minutes later for scritches and reassurances. I might have called him some unkind names. Quietly. It was still early.)