He melded into the shadows and waited, frozen and listening.
Confident that no one is approaching he darts into the light then back into the concealing shadows.
He thankfully reabsorbs their shifting dark cloak of protection. He feels invisible.
A creak freezes him in mid step.
He pauses and waits, breathing a sigh of relief when no other sounds are emitted
His plan is still in effect
He creeps from the darkness and blinks rapidly
He's made it
Scampering, he spots a cloth ladder and scrabbles his way up the sheer cliff of brown wood
He reaches the top
Baha! Piece of Cake!
He slinks between the different knic knacks adorning the dresser and reaches the end
Now to open the thing called a closet
He stared intently at the handle-less contraption and cocks his head in confusion
Perhaps he should reach through the strange reflective pond
He shakes his head, no. She always pushes hers.
He gazes intently at the reflective door and it creaks hopefully then stops
He continues to gaze at the door and it slides rapidly and much too quickly.
BANG!
He ducks his head in fright and hunkers down.
When her scent doesn't come billowing into the room and her angry voice doesn't descend upon his small ears he relaxes.
Now on with the mission
She'd hidden the fuzzy treasure from him
He'd seen her put it in the thing called a closet.
He loved his fuzzy treasures
…soft fuzzy pink treasures…
He yearns for them
He scampers backwards then launches himself into a flying leap from the dresser
And he begins to fall, his heart drops and his stomach rises
And then he is grasping and clinging to one of the shirts much like a gecko clinging to a tree.
He retains his focus as he begins to slip
The shirt swings wildly as he grapples upwards toward a shelf
He searches quickly,
Ruffling, snuffling and rifling ensue
He finds a few interesting things but he doesn't spend long, he wants his Fuzzies.
SQUEE!
He found them!
They were at the bottom of a neatly stacked pile of shoes
He tried to pull the sweet fuzziness from beneath the shoes but there wasn't enough room for him to maneuver
The best option would be to…
PlunkPlunkPlunkThumpPlunk…thump
Push them all off
Now he just had to get down
He leans precariously over the edge, grasps at a jacket, and swings down
Unfortunately the pendulum movement sends the jacket falling and down he goes
Oof!
Luckily the jacket cushions his fall
He pops up; the sleeve of the jacket is resting on his head
He shakes it off and bounds happily to the fuzzy pinkness peaking beneath the pile of fallen shoes
He grabs and pulls loosening the first slipper from the shoe mountain
He gingerly takes the escaped slipper into his mouth and moves towards the door, the slipper blocking his sight
He bulldozes clumsily into a bedpost and begins ping ponging off the furniture
He looks very much inebriated
He finally bangs into his cage and heaves the slipper inside.
"Myka!" shouts the stupid man
He ducks in panic and digs his blanket over the slipper then burrows himself with it.
"It's impolite to shout!" she calls
"Your stupid ferret stole my slippers, AGAIN!" he shouted
"The fuzzy pink ones, Pete?" she said mocking
"…yes" stupid man grumbled
"And he isn't stupid. It's in his nature. Why in the world he insists on hoarding slippers, I'll never understand…just like I can't understand why YOU have fuzzy pink slippers"
"I'm comfortable in my masculinity" he says indignant
"More like you femininity" she mutters and heads towards her room
"He needs to stop stealing them" stupid man whines
"The name ferret is derived from the latin furonem, which means 'thief' "
"Thank you dictionary woman"
"I hid them all the way on the top shelf of your closet. I wonder how he got them?, scratch that, How did he even know where they were?" she murmurs, interest coloring her voice.
They enter into her room and he hunkers down beneath his blanket protectively wrapping around the slipper.
She removes the blanket and stupid man reaches for the Fuzzy
He bares his teeth at stupid man and growls
"Hey now, none of that mister" she reprimands
He looks at her apologetic and whimpers, he likes the fuzzy
Stupid man sighs, "Let him have it"
"Are you sure Pete?" she asks surprised and hesitant
"Yeah, he likes them a lot more than I do and he'll actual use 'em"
"I thought you were comfortable in your masculinity" she teases
Nice man grins, "No, more like my Aunt Mildred is color blind and insisted the slippers were blue"
She laughs.
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So?!?!? Fluffy cute enough to I get an award? Lol
FUZZY PINK FLUFFY SLIPPERS…MINE!