Making the Kiddies Cry

I'm a little tired today, Meankitty fans, after my great tricks at 2:30 a.m. last night. There is a half door to Pink Thing's room meant to prevent Loud Thing from freely wandering inside and eating doll shoes, falling off bookcases or getting a spontaneous haircut by safety scissors that wield themselves. The door works. It just doesn't work to keep me and Big D out, although it's much easier for me to vault my sleek and lithe form up and over than it is for Big D, who's a hunka chunka.

Anyway, some nights when Nanny Slave isn't sleeping upstairs and thus requiring my tormenting presence in another part of the house, I like to party downstairs. Last night my partying involved jumping over and over and over the half door, sometimes whacking the top with my strong back legs to make it rattle on its hinges. I did this until Pink Thing woke halfway and started crying (she is NOT nocturnal like I am), which woke Typing Slave and Food Slave and it almost woke Loud Thing, which would have been a moment of sheer triumph, since that kid sleeps like a rock at night. (During daytime naps she is much, MUCH easier to wake, as I have found.)

Typing Slave was convinced Pink Thing was suffering from some stomach ailment and made her go to the bathroom so she wouldn't kip all over the floor as she has a tendency to do, but she finally figured out the kid was crying because of sleepus interruptus, courtesy of moi.

Hee hee!

It's just funny to see them stumbling around at 2:30 a.m. trying to figure out which way is up. When she realized what, exactly, the problem was and who had caused it, Typing Slave even tried to kick me, missed and almost fell down. Zombie humans make me laugh.

If you want to try this one at home, SOHC members, it's more effective if you can work through a small human. Of course, partying within earshot of any sleeping human has its charms as well, but I really like to add a little layering and complexity to my tricks sometimes.

Sincerely,
MK