It
began quietly at first, almost a background noise, as if a child were
wandering aimlessly in the upper part of the house.
The
cats, who by this time had commandeered the sofa, curling up together
ying and yang like, both raised their heads in alert curiosity,
staring at the ceiling.
“What's
that noise?” Mary asked, as the sound began to intensify. The
darker of the cats stood and stretched, while the other seemed to
simply intensify her gaze.
“Well,”
my wife demanded, turning on Oak, “What is that?”
“Dear
Lady,” he replied, “I do not know, but now may be an appropriate
time to release me from these binds.”
She
stared at him for a moment with a mixture of shock and suspicion.
“Release you?” she asked, “How do we know that this isn't your
doing, just another one of your tricks?”
