That Furball Puppy and Me Read Online Free Page B
Author: Carol Wallace, Bill Wallance
to catch them.
Josh, the biggest little kid, rolled paper up into a ball and nudged it in front of me. I slapped at it. It rattled and tumbled away. I batted and scampered after it all the way across the floor. I chased the paper ball until I was exhausted.
Finally I jumped onto the couch with Mama. She held me in her lap. I closed my eyes. I had to keep listening though. The Grandkids would grab at me if I wasnât careful.
I must have dozed off. When my eyes opened, the room was much quieter. The Grandkids were nowhere in sight. Mama rubbed my fur and stroked under my chin.
âGray, itâs almost time for Santa to come. Youâll have to spend another night in the playroom!â
Mama set me on the chair in the corner. As soon as she turned out the light and shut the door, I dashed to my litter box. I ate so much yummy meat at dinnertime, I was afraid I was going to bust.
When I was done, I scratched at the litter. Bits of fine gravel flew everywhere. Sometimes Mama would get upset when she found kitty litter all over the floor. I didnât understand. All good kitties cover up their messes. So I got a little carried away. I flicked my ears. It was no big deal. I wentback to the door. My sharp ears picked up sounds.
Paper crinkled. There were whispers, then a grinding sound.
Grrr â¦
Someone giggled.
âJosh is going to love this one,â someone else whispered.
I couldnât tell who was talking. I couldnât see anyone there when I looked under the door. I wondered if it was the Santa that everyone was talking about. Who is Santa?
And where were we going to put him? The house was full enough already. There were too many people. There was too much stuff! A cat couldnât walk for all the mess in the house.
CHAPTER 5
M orning sounds came from the kitchen. I peeked under the door. Feet shuffled past my view. The smell of coffee came to my nose.
âIt looks like the kids got tons of stuff from Santa,â Daddy said.
âYeah, what a mess!â Girlâs feet as big as Mamaâs moved to the table. âI hope we can find room for all these things in the van!â
âLet me
out!â
I reached my paw under the door. I grabbed the wood and gave it a good shake.
âHeather, will you please let Gray out? I donât think he can make any bigger mess than what we already have here.â
The door opened. The girl with the Mama-size feet reached down and swooped me up.
âHey, Gray, you put up with a lot yesterday. What a good kitty you are!â
I stretched my neck trying to look around the room and see what had happened last night. I rubbed my face against the big girlâs cheek. While I was there, I peeked over her shoulder and into the living room.
âOkay, kitty, you can go.â The girl set me on the floor.
I walked toward where the big tree stood, tall and beautiful. The papers that I had played with last night were missing. Ribbons and bows were gone, too! Under the tree new boxes covered with colorful wrapping were spread out on the floor.
Stepping carefully, I moved closer to the tree. Three tiny girls in beautiful dresses sat under a branch. A little car and clothes were strewn out on the floor. I walked up cautiously. I looked the little girls directly in the eyes. They stared straight ahead. I rubbed against them. They didnât budge. I sniffed the little car. It didnât budge, either.
Curling up under the tree, I watched the movements above. The lights on the limbs twinkled. I put my chin on my paws and studied all the wiggly things.
âHeather, why didnât you wake me?â A kid as big as Daddy walked to the table. He leaned down and kissed the big girl.
âSince you were up so late last night, I thought you needed the sleep.â
âI think the kids are awake. I heard a lot of whispering in the girlsâ room. Josh was getting dressed, but I told him to stay put until everyone was ready in
Josh, the biggest little kid, rolled paper up into a ball and nudged it in front of me. I slapped at it. It rattled and tumbled away. I batted and scampered after it all the way across the floor. I chased the paper ball until I was exhausted.
Finally I jumped onto the couch with Mama. She held me in her lap. I closed my eyes. I had to keep listening though. The Grandkids would grab at me if I wasnât careful.
I must have dozed off. When my eyes opened, the room was much quieter. The Grandkids were nowhere in sight. Mama rubbed my fur and stroked under my chin.
âGray, itâs almost time for Santa to come. Youâll have to spend another night in the playroom!â
Mama set me on the chair in the corner. As soon as she turned out the light and shut the door, I dashed to my litter box. I ate so much yummy meat at dinnertime, I was afraid I was going to bust.
When I was done, I scratched at the litter. Bits of fine gravel flew everywhere. Sometimes Mama would get upset when she found kitty litter all over the floor. I didnât understand. All good kitties cover up their messes. So I got a little carried away. I flicked my ears. It was no big deal. I wentback to the door. My sharp ears picked up sounds.
Paper crinkled. There were whispers, then a grinding sound.
Grrr â¦
Someone giggled.
âJosh is going to love this one,â someone else whispered.
I couldnât tell who was talking. I couldnât see anyone there when I looked under the door. I wondered if it was the Santa that everyone was talking about. Who is Santa?
And where were we going to put him? The house was full enough already. There were too many people. There was too much stuff! A cat couldnât walk for all the mess in the house.
CHAPTER 5
M orning sounds came from the kitchen. I peeked under the door. Feet shuffled past my view. The smell of coffee came to my nose.
âIt looks like the kids got tons of stuff from Santa,â Daddy said.
âYeah, what a mess!â Girlâs feet as big as Mamaâs moved to the table. âI hope we can find room for all these things in the van!â
âLet me
out!â
I reached my paw under the door. I grabbed the wood and gave it a good shake.
âHeather, will you please let Gray out? I donât think he can make any bigger mess than what we already have here.â
The door opened. The girl with the Mama-size feet reached down and swooped me up.
âHey, Gray, you put up with a lot yesterday. What a good kitty you are!â
I stretched my neck trying to look around the room and see what had happened last night. I rubbed my face against the big girlâs cheek. While I was there, I peeked over her shoulder and into the living room.
âOkay, kitty, you can go.â The girl set me on the floor.
I walked toward where the big tree stood, tall and beautiful. The papers that I had played with last night were missing. Ribbons and bows were gone, too! Under the tree new boxes covered with colorful wrapping were spread out on the floor.
Stepping carefully, I moved closer to the tree. Three tiny girls in beautiful dresses sat under a branch. A little car and clothes were strewn out on the floor. I walked up cautiously. I looked the little girls directly in the eyes. They stared straight ahead. I rubbed against them. They didnât budge. I sniffed the little car. It didnât budge, either.
Curling up under the tree, I watched the movements above. The lights on the limbs twinkled. I put my chin on my paws and studied all the wiggly things.
âHeather, why didnât you wake me?â A kid as big as Daddy walked to the table. He leaned down and kissed the big girl.
âSince you were up so late last night, I thought you needed the sleep.â
âI think the kids are awake. I heard a lot of whispering in the girlsâ room. Josh was getting dressed, but I told him to stay put until everyone was ready in
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