Fudges! She exclaimed.
Did you try your paw at reading?
She picked up her book and put it back on the cupboard next to the bed.
It was a tad rumpled.
She smoothed out the pages.
Looked at her…
Seriously? Are you crazy?
Don’t you remember what actually happened?
I eyed her balefully.
It went like this…
We all went upstairs last night.
You removed that wretched Ralph from my basket and plonked him at the bottom of your bed.
Then you snuggled me in my baskie, covered me up – all warm and toasty – with my blankie.
Alpha was busy on his laptop thingy.
You started reading your book.
I went to sleep.
Was deep in slumber land when suddenly something clonked onto my head and nearly scared the furry knickers off me.
I leapt up.
Normally you’d wake up and apologise profusely.
However this time you just kept on snoring.
Waited patiently but nothing…
Chunky chop bones!
Got back into my baskie.
But first had to scrabble the blankie out of the way so it was not all scrunched up under me.
Had to get up again because your silly book was in my way – where my head is supposed to go.
Nosed the book out of the way.
Moved it a bit more.
Then gave it a swift kick with my back leg and it sailed all the way to the other side of my baskie.
Figured all this nosing and kicking might rouse a certain person but nooooo.
Nothing.
Thought Alpha would walk around to turn your light off – which indeed was shining straight into my eyes without my blankie to shelter under.
Sadly Alpha just reached across and turned your light off from his side.
Ralphie opened his eyes at the bottom of the bed and smirked at me.
So I spent half the night, all cold and chilly in my baskie.
Had to share it with your book too nogal!
Mom ruffled my head.
Silly billy Fudges…if you want to read a book you should choose a nice friendly one – not a murder mystery.
I stomped off in disgust.
