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Little Feet and the Small Noisy

by: Jeffrey Ferris

I had just finished my breakfast and I was napping on the soft carpet when little feet came in with the big noisy. Just by a whisker, I escaped under the sofa. She pushed the big noisy around the room, and it growled and swooshed, whipping its long tail, while I watched from my safe place. I don’t know why she does this. I show her that I hate the big noisy, but she pushes it all over the house anyway.

Little feet was pushing the big noisy in the food room when a small sound came from the couch, right over my head. It sounded like the small noisy she carries around, but it made different sounds — chirps, like birds. Little feet came and stood by the couch and poked around, looking for the sound. Her small feet smelled sweet.

She found the small noisy under a cushion. She made her sounds and the small noisy made sounds back at her. They went back and forth the way they do. Her sounds got louder and louder. Then she threw the small noisy at the wall. It fell to the floor, and I could see that it was broken apart. A new toy, maybe.

Little feet made a sharp sound, and big feet came in the room and stood right in front of me by the couch. His covered feet smelled ... interesting. Little feet and big feet made their sounds at each other. The sounds got louder and louder. He made a huge sound and went to the outside hole. He stood there, making ugly sounds at her, and I ran through the open hole just before he went through, and he nearly slammed the hole closed on my tail. He was always stepping on me or kicking me with his large feet. He didn’t care.

I stayed outside until dark. Cleaned my feet (yum). Took a long nap. Pooped. Watched some birds. Took a long nap. Walked around the yard. And took a long nap.

She opened the hole and let me in when I hollered at her. She forgot to feed me, so I had to holler at her again. While I ate, she laid on the couch and made mewing sounds. I comforted her as well as I could, but she kept it up for the next few days until some other little feets came to visit. They made sounds together — friendly sounds. They made her feel better, and I got the attention I deserved. After all, I am beautiful.

One day big feet came to visit. They made sounds together. He whined. I rubbed against his leg. He smelled like Persian. He left and never came back.

The big feet smell faded away, and the house relaxed. Now little feet and I sleep together on the bed. It doesn’t smell like making kittens any more. I’m very happy.

The broken small noisy never made a good toy.