Rori writes:
Daddy put things on my kitty tree last night and left them there! I went to hop up, but smelled something different, so I stood on my hind legs and looked first. There were moneys up there! I ran to Mommy, and she put them in the coin jar. Clink, clink, clink, clink! We all hid. Tabby and I hid under the bed, and Carbon hid in the kitchen by the door. Skylar and Starla weren't as scared, but they still pricked their ears up at the sound.
When Mommy gave the all-clear, Tabby ventured out. Then Mommy came in and told me it was ok to come out from under the bed. I waited about 15 minutes to be sure, then came out. I still haven't gone up there again, because I'm not willing to take a chance right now. I will later, though.
Mommy said something about Daddy needing some moneys from the coin jar for stuff to drink at work. Why doesn't he just open the fridge there? There are always pop bottles in the fridge! Mommy says it doesn't work that way. But that's how it works here, doesn't it, Mommy? O_o
3 comments:
The loud clinking of coins can be scary. My mom has this loud machine that eats the coins and puts them in some type of container. I don't stay around for that either.
Scary to me too!
Oh, dat coin sorting stuff makes an awful racket. Dad used to take change fur soda too until mom bawt him dis lunch box thing wif a "can freezer pack" and den he brawted soda from home...our mom is chea, er, frugal dat way.
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