Short Fiction #30 Sleepy
John gave a yawn large enough to swallow a prize-winning watermelon.
â€˜I think I should go to bed before I fall off to sleep,â€™ he muttered to himself as he staggered down the hall.
As he entered his bedroom Flipper, his two-month-old kitten, suddenly pounced him upon him.
â€œYeeoow! That hurt! Why canâ€™t you practice your claw sharpening on something other than my ankles?â€
He shook the kitten free. The cat flipped over on to his back, rolled, crouched and prepared to pounce once again.
â€œNo more!â€™â€ growled John. â€œTime for bed!â€
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