…Yip Yip Yip Yip… Fifi continued incessantly from the foot of Ean’s bed. He was well on his way to earning his eighth treat.
Ean groaned inarticulately and fumbled for the pile of balled up socks he kept on the nightstand for distracting Fifi. When his questing had came up empty, he reluctantly sat up.
…Yip Yip Yip… continued Fifi.
Ean leaned over, fetched another pair of socks out of his drawer, and glared at Fifi. As soon as I get a working alarm clock, E said, You’re gonna be living in an alley. Then he threw the socks into the living room.
Yip! Fifi exclaimed excitedly before jumping off the foot of the bed and tearing after the socks. Soon the sounds of ferocious battle between hunter and prey rose out of the other room.
Ean stretched, groaned again, and swung his legs out of bed. What was that about treats? he asked but then hastily reconsidered. Never mind, he said. I don’t want to know.
Then he got the rest of the way out of bed and dressed for work.