Won-Ton Reflects

The Strange Contraption

June 23rd 2009 11:32 pm
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Today my mom and dad left the house early and were gone for quite a while. When they got back they wrested a strange machine into the house through the front door. It had 3 wheels and a seat, with pedals up in front. I had no idea what in the world it could be. I have never seen such a strange contraption in all my days. It looked kind of like a horribly mutated bicycle.

My dad put it in the kitchen and did all kinds of work on it, adjusting things here and there. I came in to see what was going on, and he invited me to hop up into the seat. I was more interested in getting a scritchy-scratch from him at the moment, because I had been alone for a long time and I and wanted some hugs and kisses.

My mom came in and sat down in the seat, so I climbed up into her lap and lay there for a while, getting petted while my dad made adjustments on the contraption. Soon my mom began moving her feet on the pedals which disturbed the equilibrium of her lap, so I climbed into a nearby chair instead for a while. She moved the pedals and the contraption went clicky-clicky-clicky but it didn't go anywhere.

When it was dinnertime my dad moved the contraption out of the kitchen and into the living room. After dinner my dad wrested it out the front door, and my mom sat down in it. Then my dad got his bike out of the garage, and the 2 pedaled away down the street.

I sat by the door for a while feeling the cool evening breeze flow through the quiet house. I felt sad being alone so much all day. Even when my mom and dad were home, they focused their attention on the contraption, so I might as well have been all alone.

The sun had just gone down by the time they got back. They spent some more time in the garage adjusting things on the contraption, then they finally came back inside the house.

"I wonder if Won would like to go for a ride sometime?" my mom asked.

Maybe I would. But not if it's to the vet.

My dad said he knew about a cat who liked to ride on a motorcycle. I think motorcycles are too noisy. Sometimes one will go by the house and the noise is really horrible.

I think I may come to resent this strange new contraption in our household . . .

 
 

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