Sometimes in the wee hours I can hear my six year old tabby Slugger come pussyfooting into the bedroom. Many nights he is so quiet I don't hear him, I just feel the earthquake of his fifteen pounds jumping onto the foot of my bed. In the morning after he is fed he races around the house, charging up and down the stairs like a herd of elephants. I tell myself he is getting his exercise. Yet I wonder how those tiny graceful paws that are so quiet at night can make so much noise in the morning.
Friday, March 28, 2008
PUSSYFOOT
Sometimes in the wee hours I can hear my six year old tabby Slugger come pussyfooting into the bedroom. Many nights he is so quiet I don't hear him, I just feel the earthquake of his fifteen pounds jumping onto the foot of my bed. In the morning after he is fed he races around the house, charging up and down the stairs like a herd of elephants. I tell myself he is getting his exercise. Yet I wonder how those tiny graceful paws that are so quiet at night can make so much noise in the morning.
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