It had been raining for a very long time and the boys were now starting to get agitated. They had to burn-up their energies somehow.
Catch me, catch me Mr Midnight – if you can!
Sir Winston darted upstairs into the attic but couldn´t seem to shake Mr Midnight off.
I´ll get you, you little rascal, just see if I don´t.
A few empty storage boxes fell to the floor and carefully stacked items were strewn all over the place. Mr Midnight wasn´t going to give up because although Sir Winston was stronger than himself, he certainly wasn´t as nimble.
Sir Winston cried in full-swing,
Watch out! You´ll have daddy´s things knocked over.
Excuses to slow me down Sir Winston. You´re not getting away this time.
Sir Winston dived over the painting canvases in the far corner of the attic and craftily managed to get himself tucked behind the old cupboard which stood slightly ajar from the wall.
Mr Midnight skidded to a halt and frustratingly eyed Sir Winston.
And what are you going to do now Sir Winston. You´re trapped. How are you going to get past me?
I´m not, am I. I´d say that this time, we both win. If we don´t call it a draw then I will just have to wait it out. You know how patient I can be.
Your stomach will start grumbling in 10 minutes and then you´ll have to desert your post.
Dessert? That´s a good idea. But I haven´t had my mains yet. 🙂
A slight draft from a half opened window made a piece of cord which was dangling from one of the shelves, suddenly sway in front of Mr Midnight’s watchful eyes.
He quickly lost interest in “guarding” Sir Winston’s hiding place and without hesitation, he sprang up and went over to investigate the mysterious object.
(It was in fact the ends of a string pulley attached to some window blinds which had been stored on the shelf but Mr Midnight was totally baffled by them).
Sir Winston peeped around the corner of his hiding place and curiously observed Mr Midnight’s antics.
Look Sir Winston – the things moving from side to side. Let me get my paws on it. It´s not easy – the silly things so light and it smells a little fusty.
I´ll hook my claws into it – if I can. 🙂
Oh go on Mr Midnight. Let´s find out what it is, but please be careful. We don´t want any accidents. Daddy will moan at us.
As just as Sir Winston had finished saying “…daddy will moan at us”, Mr Midnight’s claw got stuck in the cord and after having released his claw at the same time, the whole lot came tumbling down.
As scared as hell, the lads ran in opposite directions. The din was colossal.
After having hid for what seemed like ages, they both slowly emerged from their hiding places with which to examine the damage.
My, my. It could be worse I suppose.
What do you mean by “it could be worse”. It looks a right mess. What´s daddy going to say when he sees all this stuff lying around. I don´t even know what most of it is supposed to be.
Well, stop crying over spilt milk and help me put the stuff back on the shelf – although I´m not quite sure how we´re going to do that what with our little legs and paws.
Do you think daddy will notice if we just shove the stuff into that far corner?
We could try putting it all behind my hiding place behind the old cupboard.
Purrrhaps daddy has still got his sense of humour. I´ve observed that many humans seem to have lost their humour but daddy is rather comical sometimes.
You´re right on that one Mr Midnight. Grown-up humans always seem to act so seriously. No wonder they´re often miserable half the time and in need of superficial entertainment. They seem to have lost their playfullness. Only human children still understand the necessity to playfully, go through life.
Well let´s try and clear up some of this mess and just hope that daddy´s humour will shine on through.
We could say that we did it on purrrpose with which to test his sense of humour.
Oh I´m sure that he´s game. I have faith in him.
Now come on SIr Winston. Stop chatting about and help me please. I´m getting famished. 🙂
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