Ziva, the Demons, and Spring
Mom tried to kill us today. She put harnesses on all three of us, and tried to take us all into the out! She kept telling me I used to like to go into the out…but I do not recall ever enjoying being in the out! Let me tell you that there is a difference between walking out the door when we lived in that basement thing, and walking out the door here! I do not like going into the out! I don’t know what it is…but there is!
The Quiet One managed to escape before we actually got into the out. The Little Loud One and I, however, did not. We tried! But we failed. So, we screamed our heads off like there was no tomorrow! I was certain one of the neighbor peasants would here us and tell Mom to take us back into the in. That did not happen, though.
Then, she gave up with The Little Quiet One. She let her go back into the in, but was determined to make me remember! I prevailed! She tried to tell me I like chewing the grass, but I wasn’t having any of it! Finally, she took me back as well.
She decided a good compromise was to open the windows so we could appreciate the scents and sounds from the out. Now, I am sitting in the window sill, contemplating a nice nap. I think my heart has calmed down enough after Mom’s attempts, and the fan being blown off the table….
On a side note…I think they are trying to starve me. When the demons go to the dungeon, and I am given free reign of the castle, their food dishes are missing! Only mine remains attainable! I am positive they are hiding the food in the kitchen cupboards…if only I could figure out how to open the doors…especially without that psychic mother of mine finding out!
