"Chirp, chirp"

The only sound was the crackling of the fire and the turning of pages. I was reading my book in the living room, perched on the red couch.
"Chirp, chirp"
Closing my book, I lifted my head and began to look at my surroudings. That was strange.
"Chirp, chirp"
My eyes searched the room for anything suspicious. Nothing. I just continued reading my book.
"chirp, CHIRP!"
I closed my book once again in frustration, and took in a deep breath.
"SQUAWK!"
I balled my hands into fists then, my book in my lap. I sat still. Minutes passed, and I lifted my book with one had cautiously, then with both hands I opened it, my eyes still scanning. I eventually began to read again.
"SQUAWKY!!"
That did it. I threw my book behind the couch.
"OUCH!"..."I mean, CHIRP!"
"Serves you right Blogger, now gimme my book back.."

The Lava Lamp

Bloop, bloop, bloop.

The blobs collided with each other in a battle to reach the top of the lamp. Each blob bashed the other down and there was yet to be a victory. Of course there were no sounds of the colliding, so I made some noises myself.

Bloop, bloop.

My head was relaxed on my hands as I stared at the battling blobs. But then I noticed a shadow leering over the lava lamp, and me.

"Blogger, what are you doing?"

"I..am preying..."

I turned my head round to see his hands up in the air.

"...Like a kitty cat".

"You have a weird obsession with cats, Blogger".

I was surprised he didn't make hissing sounds, but when he stalked off towards the kitchen, I saw a fake tail swinging from side to side, glued onto his trousers. It only took me a minute to realize...

"Did you cut my pillow up?!?" He turned his head round slowly then, only to give me a sheepish grin.

"Nooo". And then he ran for it, screaming, "You'll never take me alive!" as he ran. I screamed after him...

"COWARD!" I made a grunting noise and folded my arms in anger. When I turned around to concentrate on the lava lamp, I heard an unusual thumping sound, and muffled screams. As I stared out the window, there was Blogger, attacking the window..and a little way behind him, was Chewy, the neighbors dog. The muffled screams became louder, and began to sound more like a little girl screaming. As I stretched my arms, pretending to yawn, I walked slowly, casually up to the window. I stood there, with a smug grin on my face, and waved to Blogger as he ran around the garden...screaming, like a little girl.

A Cat Suit

A cat suit - inspired by Jess.

Yawn. Ugg, morning. Sticky eyes, aching bones. Ew. My hand flopped over the toothbrush and dragged it over to my mouth. That's when it hit me. It's...I shuddered. Halloween. My head swung round as I moaned my head off..I wonder what Blogger will dress up in this year? I froze then. I heard a screeching noise coming from behind me. I swirled round quickly...but found nothing. Oooh, head rush, swung round to quickly. Then..

"BOOOO!". Blogger had jumped out of the shower. In-- a cat suit. After I had recovered from a near heart-attack, and after Blogger had stopped laughing and had lifted himself off the floor..I began to say...well..I wasn't sure what to say.

"Blogger. You..just, I don't-- I just". I took a quick breath. "A cat suit Blogger, really? Really?". He shrugged his shoulders, made cat motions with his hands...or "paws", and said "Prrr".


I hate halloween.

S'kay Blogger

I watched with amusement as Blogger stared at the blind covering the window. When he finally spoke, the words that came out didn't surprise me at all. "This window is filthy" he jibed, a clearly smug smile appearing on his lips. I rolled my eyes with inevitable disappointment and strolled towards the 'filthy' window. He stared at me with that smug grin on his face that would be enough to make his mother slap him, clearly pleased with himself, but that smile would soon vanish. I pinched the white ring attached to the 'window', and the gray blind flapped back...showing the glorious glistening sun, the orange tinted rooftops and the amber foliage, and most importantly, the crystal clear window. Blogger's smile faded then, and a new expression I enjoyed a lot more replaced it. At this point, I couldn't help but feel smug as my eyes bored onto Blogger's humiliated face. "S'kay Blogger, honest mistake", and suddenly he was filled with delight. He skipped off then, a dance in his step and I was glad he was content.

Tapping Fingers

My fingers tapped impatiently on the pallid coloured table. I was waiting for Blogger to get ready-- he couldn't decide between a blue tie, or a 'navy' blue tie, he just kept insisting there was a significant difference. I gave up persuading him an hour ago, and so I sit, tapping away, waiting impatiently. It wasn't until another hour, when I had started assembling the fruits from the fruit bowl into order of size, that he trotted down the stairs, wearing a red tie. "Red?", frustration clear in my voice. Blogger simply said "Actually..it's crimson". He exclaimed no further. I looked at him disapprovingly, my lips twisted up slightly, fighting back a grin, until he then clarified that he "read the label", and my eyes, filled with doubt, rolled. My eyes then swayed back to the table, where my precious keys lay, just waiting to be used.The car ride there was incredibly infuriating, Blogger found it appropriate to sing along to one of Weird Al Flankovich's, or Yankovich's, remakes of a song that was distasteful to begin with. Pressing my fingers onto my temples, I stepped out of the car, into the racket of the outside.The first few hours of strolling the shopping center were a blur. I distinctly remembered, unfortunately, Blogger's getting frustrated with the cinema's wide screen. Then the flashback of him hammering the screen with his fists, while blaring, "LET THE BIG PEOPLE OUT!!" popped up into my memory. I shuddered at the thought. After that incident, I was advised to send Blogger home. My thoughts were stolen away from me then, and I found myself sitting alone, tapping my fingers, thoughtlessly, on a russet coloured bench.

Stars & Light Bulbs

Stars are pretty. Stars are pretty and glowy. I wonder what they are...

Are they fairies? Angels? Or are they millions of light bulbs? "Fwink?"

"Yes Blogger?"

"What are stars?"
"Stars? Stars, Blogger, are big exploding balls of gas, mostly made up of hydrogen and helium." I scrunched my eyes in confusion. I preferred it when they were light bulbs.
"Why do you ask?"
"I dunno, they just got me thinking" I decided not to think about it much. I got bored of the stars eventually. We were lying on the grass in the garden, staring up at the light bulbs. The wet grass and cold breeze made me shiver. "What are you thinking Fwink?" I turned my head to the side so I was able to look at him.
"Nothing special". I waited for him to say more. "Actually, I am waiting".
"Waiting?" I asked. "For what?"
"A shooting star". I rolled my eyes the way Fwink did sometimes.

"Those... are not real". I smiled then. I am way smarter than Fwink. He thinks they are real!

"Oh, I wouldn't say that" That's the only thing he could say, because he doesn't know if they are real. "A shooting star isn't really a shooting star. It just looks like one. Remember when I said stars were exploding balls of gas?" No. "Well, a shooting star is the common name for the visible path of a meteoroid as it enters the atmosphere. A shooting star is also broken pieces of meteors that have become broken off in space". I dropped my eyes to the grass, he thinks he is so smart.

"Think of them as stars, or gas balls, falling out of the sky". So... Falling light bulbs. It must hurt when they hit you...

I looked at the stars again, regaining some interest. "Stars are pretty".

"Yes, they are Blogger". Yes, they are.