I am so comfortable here under the wise one's bed. The carpet is soft and new. I got in trouble when they put it in a short time ago when I claimed it for the wise one. I will never do that again or I may not be invited back in. The wise one has left for the Jersey shore they say. I will miss him and his calm ways...they help me. Wait...wait...what is that sound! Yes! There it is again. And the lovely smell of cooking bread. Run, run, run, run, down the stairs, through the family room, run, run, into the kitchen! Okay....what is HE doing here. How come the old man is here first? I am the fastest! Toast, toast, toast! I love toast! Especially the corner pieces with the soft yellow stuff melting in. Run, spin, run, spin, catch my tail excitedess! Okay...why does the old man get the first piece? He is too still. Mom is saying something to him. Sit? Why would you sit to get a piece of toast? You can't even tell the old man likes it as much as me. Okay and FINE! I will ploay along! Oh! Now she is talking to me. Yes, mom I will sit! Sit....still...stilll...still...YES! I HAVE THE PIECE OF TOAST! Hahahahaha! Now I shall run and be free and growl and jump! I have the toast, I have the toast! Thanks for the toast, mom. I love you mom!
Love,
Toto
No comments:
Post a Comment