|The puppy cat|
Yesterday, my folks moved all the furniture out of a back room in preparation for carpet-cleaning there, and the temporary home of all that stuff in the living room produced a marvelous kitten Disneyland. I popped by today, and I found the Bugster happily exploring the empty drawers and empty chests, the box spring set, and whatnot. Naturally, the boy was hard to find, cuz hiding is half the fun.
"Where are you, Little Man?" called mom. He soon climbed atop a couch, and mom scooped him up, then cradled him like a baby, whereupon he seemed to go into a brief trance. I espied his fuzzy little forehead and pinkish ears whilst mom made with the baby talk. Then, suddenly, he squirmed out of mom's arms and ran to greet my dad at the door. "Hi, pup!" said dad, as he struggled, like the old man he is, through the door.