Short Fiction #30 Sleepy


John gave a yawn large enough to swallow a prize-winning watermelon.
‘I think I should go to bed before I fall off to sleep,’ 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.

“Yeeoow! That hurt! Why can’t you practice your claw sharpening on something other than my ankles?”

He shook the kitten free. The cat flipped over on to his back, rolled, crouched and prepared to pounce once again.

“No more!’” growled John. “Time for bed!”

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Copyright 2007 Trevor W. Hampel


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