Dumping fiction

I was on a later shift today and was really looking forward to a nice lay in. Stupid really I should have known there is no such thing for an Ori slave.

At 5am a certain red dropped his favourite toy in my hand and continued to pat both toy and hand hopefully. There is no point what so ever throwing the thing off the bed, as Kidd believes it is all part of the fun and just brings it back. So as I was not in any type of mood to play with him, heartless mummy that I am. I just tried to ignore him. When he got no response out of me he decided to goad Kyla into a game of chase.

I swear those two have made some kind of game board out of my duvet. They score points for every imaginary circle they can bounce on. It’s like sleeping, or trying to, in the middle of a feline target practice. Of course extra points are added for landing on a human.

I must have gone back to sleep as I was suddenly aware it had all gone quiet, so I opened my eyes and carefully looked around for them (you don’t ever want to admit that you actually awake, because that means it’s time for breakfast, no matter how early it is!) There they were looking like butter wouldn’t melt both curled up on my pillows fast asleep. Relieved I settled back down for some peaceful shuteye myself.

And then there was a thud. I have no idea how long I’d been asleep or where our two monsters were, as they had long gone by they time I opened my bleary eyes. But sat in the litter tray was the hardback book I'm currently reading, half the contents of the tray on the floor and the bookmark across the other side of the room. Thankfully the litter was clean this time! Which is why I decided to leave it there and return to my slumber.

You can imagine my horror when some time later I was woken again to the sound of litter digging. When I jumped up I discovered Kidd in the tray, still not used, trying to cover up the book with what little litter was remaining. Goodness only knows what he thought it was. Probably the biggest turd he’d ever seen! More to the point, who did he think had left it there? Certainly Kyla and his bottoms are far to dainty to produce such a weighty piece of fiction. And it certainly wasn’t me. Maybe a lion crept in and dumped in they’re tray before rudely leaving without covering up his masterpiece.