Tatwo went upstairs to play last night. Three hours he was playing with his ball, bouncing it down the stairs, then thundering down after it in his lead bottomed clodhoppers. The heaviest pawed cat in the world, I swear. It doesn't help that he's been playing with the uber bouncy ball he's 'acquired' from Demon. The type you can drop from a standing height, make yourself a cup of tea and by the time you come back the bloody thing is still bouncing off the walls, ceiling and light fittings.
When I went to bed I read a magazine, but as I couldn't flaming hear myself think I took action! I got up, confiscated the bouncy ball, and the ball with the bell in for good measure, and went back to my magazine with a smug grin on my face. It was shortly after snuggling under the duvet that I made a discovery.
Tatwo has three balls...
Another half an hour of bump, bump, bump, dududududududududbang and I gave up. Switching the light off I reasoned that he'd soon give up. Fifteen minutes later he went quiet.
I woke up in the morning thinking I'd be able to enjoy the lie in as it's a school holiday. Yeh, right. As Tatwo had lost his ball he couldn't annoy me with lobbing it down the stairs and chasing it. So he opened my drawers and started throwing my clothes out.
One ball swiftly returned....
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