Saturday, December 8, 2012
100 Words a Day 120
The kitten and the puppy got up together, as they always did, early in the morning. They went bounding into their owners’ bedroom, leapt on the bed, and began nudging Tina. She rolled over, vainly attempting to escape the puppy’s cold nose and the kitten’s pokey one. They prodded her until she got up. Stumbling into the kitchen, she poured breakfast for the two. They attacked their meals with gusto and, upon finishing, chased each other around the apartment. Their eight little feet made a thunderous racket on the hardwood floor. Tina made her own breakfast, occasionally dodging the pair.