--- Footsteps ---
We could hear them. Slipping gently with a thud to the floor. There were about six of them, three sets of two. They traveled in packs, whether this was a good or bad thing was another question. They made their way from their 'cave' and entered the hallway and rushed to our door way. We listened quietly trying not to laugh. They hushed each other as they gently opened the door and stepped inside. The footsteps stopped just short of our bed as three little lumps jumped in with us. Mornings will never be the same again at the Mustang's.
A/N - Well... this is it for the night. Since the next drabble was written months ago... I think I'm gonna sign off and go watch Futurama. Know what I've just realized? I went from my author notes talking about the current drabble to talking about what is currently on my mind. Oh well... It's better talking to you then my cat who hates me and my dog who ignores me. Maybe my fish Shark-Bait will listen to me? Nope.. he's sleeping. I'm all alone! Aaaaalllllooooonnnnneeeee...