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My greatest fear was unfolded to me today - I would have to yet again deal with strange, noisy little strangers, parading in and out through my territory.
Well. Maybe not "strangers". I fear that I've grown familiar with these bunch, a couple of bouncy relatives of my regulars, however that doesn't make my any more tolerable to their intrusions of my privacy.
At my age, you don't have the energy to run and hide from people, so you just hide. And here I'm planted, under the trusty dusty couch, warm as sin. I may not be able to sleep while the company is running amok, but I can sure rest. I would pity my owners for needing to deal with the noise, if they weren't the ones who let them in, in the first place.
Hours pass, maybe about 1000 of them. The noise doesn't stop, but the room is still.
But the room's brightness suddenly grows, and, to my horror, the noise grows too. I smell a familiar zest come among the cabal of musty children; it was the eldest girl. She chatted kindly to the undeserving invaders - looking out I can see 4 of them - they looked around in anticipation.
Then I see her make her way to my humble abode...
...And pull for me.
In my younger years I would've flown out of the way faster than you could say flee, but at my waning age all I could do was helplessly flop over in her arms, as these meddling babies gasped and laughed at me. I appreciated that Mariam - the elder daughter - like always lifted me softly, and out of these kids reach, but the fact that she would show me off to these miscreants when we've gone so long avoiding each other upset me still.
Then, I noticed the handful of berries the one girl had, red and blue, I hadn't seen those in ages, and in an instant I realized the true intentions of these weird little guys, to treat me!
Sweetness presented itself to me on a platter of childish laughter, and I could not be more amused. Eventually I was sat down, when the kids were trusted enough to not fondle me endlessly. Berries galore were dawned upon me, and by galore I mean 8, but that’s better than nothing! I had no clue on why I was denied these for the tail end of my life.
Eventually the kids were ushered up to leave, and they did, but the last one lingered. He had hair like an upside down bowl, and a cheeky grin, and to my own glee he handed me an extra batch of berries, shushing me as he left them behind my back, before running off.
I flopped around to look at my extra stash, 6 plucky balls. Don't mind if I do!
...
The sun was now gone, and I was still sitting in this stupid litter box. I don't know why I've been cursed with this ache in my bowels but, waiting it out seems to be all that's left to do. Marium just left after checking on me, giving me bowls of dry musty hay; as if that'll cure me. I recall vaguely the last time this happened to me, about 3 years ago in my prime, the era where I'd eat all the sweets my little heart desired. I haven't got a clue in my mind on why now would be the time to deprive me of some glorious nourishment.
Oh well, at least its finally quiet.