I was out upon the prowl early this morning, and was playing with the boxes the human has left in the corner of the bedroom. The night before, I had watched the crazy creature moving and rifling through them in search of two books, a most amusing practice indeed, as it seemed that the ones he wants are always in the bottom-most box, necessitating the movement of the whole pile.
Needless to say, after moving the boxes, the human was worn out, or lazy, and didn't put them all back. Naturally, this affected my whole sense of order and proper placement and I was forced to investigate this new setup. Of course, I waited until well after the human was unconscious to ensure that I was not observed, tis always best not to let them know that you have any interest in their actions.
I had jumped onto one of the boxes and was alarmed when I sank into it like quicksand. To add insult to injury, the damnable flaps flipped back up, closing the box over me. I scrambled and jumped but couldn't get back through the wedged flaps to make an escape. I was forced to enjoin my most pitiful of yowling to wake up the slave to release me from this unjust entrapment. I do have to admit, that he didn't even look halfway cognizant of space or time, mumbling something about "4a.m." and not even bothering to put on the fake eyes that stick off the front of his face. He went right back to bed, literally falling face first into the pillows after releasing me.
I was so indignant about the whole episode, I have resolved to ignore the boxes from now on.
Well, unless they get moved again. But thats it.
Well, unless some others are left open that I haven't snooped yet. But that's absolutely the limit.
Well, I could see if he turned them a certain way, that could completely affect everything.
*ponder*
I wonder what's in that box again.
Posted by Sierra at December 3, 2004 02:25 PM