Won-Ton Reflects

The Beast

February 3rd 2008 6:05 pm
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This morning my dad opened the hall closet and took out The Beast, plugged it in, and set it a-roar over the carpets. I heard the beast roaring in the kitchen, then around the living room, then in the hallway, and finally it came into the bedroom, where my mom and I were. I was lounging on my cat tree and my mom was nearby sitting in bed looking at Catster on her laptop.

But unlike the first time I heard The Beast in the house, I didn't try to run behind the washing machine. Not just because I'm not allowed into the garage anymore (after an unfortunate incident involving some bags of sand in there and my wee . . .). And not just because I was cornered and I would have had to run right past The Beast to escape.

No, I didn't try to run away this time primarily because I saw that my dad had The Beast well under control. It was not going to be able to come after me up in my cat tree. Besides, my mom was there to protect me. And my dad turned it off pretty quickly, too.

My mom and dad both told me how brave I was and how proud they were of me. My dad gave me some skritchy-skratches behind my ears. I always like that.

After he put The Beast away, my dad said, "OK! Now all the cat hair has been vacuumed up. The house is ready for Won-Ton to go spread some more around!"

I'll get right on it. After dinner.

 
 

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