Today I woke up to find the cats had transformed my bedroom
into a badminton court made of lasers.
I squinted against the red lights, “Who’s winning?” I asked,
fumbling for my phone to see what time it was.
“We are!” they all cried. I frowned at the screen. 5.30am. I
shrugged and nodded to myself. “Yes you are,” I muttered.
Just then Smudge jumped up, hitting the shuttlecock directly
at the ceiling. I winced, expecting the light shade to take a hit, when
suddenly a laser portal opened up and swallowed up the shuttlecock. It closed
with a ‘pop’.
There was silence for a while, with the cats watching the
space where the portal had been.
“Uhh,” I said after a while, “Where did that go?”
Sheba turned to look at me. “Your brain,” she explained.
All the cats stared at me disconcertingly. I frowned.
“Don’t worry it became very very small first,” Treacle
reassured me.
I lay back on my pillow and closed my eyes. “How much other
stuff have you put in there?” I asked them.
“Obviously not enough,” Smudge replied, and I got the
distinct feeling that it was going to be a long day.
