Crying, whining, impatiently pacing back and forth through all the lower level rooms of the house, Michiyo frantically wanted her human mommy to stop this increasingly maddening dance-fight with the otherworldly mechanical beast she called “The Steamer”. She had mistakenly thought all was well after the hallway was abandoned and Mom was at the sink, which was the thing from where only good things, like fresh bowls of water, come.
Then there came a clicking noise from the office area… Michiyo peered around the corner just in time to see that same beast come roaring back to life! Startled beyond belief, she tried to run away as fast as she could, but the tile seemed to move beneath her little furry feet, as though it was working with The Steamer to sacrifice her to its brush-like rotating jaws. Finally gaining traction, she managed to find herself a safe perch on the arm of the sofa in the living room, where she continued her whining until that evil thing was quiet once more.
Upon realizing where Michiyo was hiding, her human mommy picked up the squirming and suddenly excited puppy full of kisses and tail wags, who had just completely forgotten everything which had occurred, and carried her into the office as she sat down at her desk to blog and hang out on facebook before hopping into another amount of lost time with World of Warcraft. The little fluffball was fast asleep in her lap within moments, waking only when her “bed” had to adjust in her seat.
The mind of youth and innocence, where everything is fascinating and terrifying at the same time, is an amazing thing. Michiyo has finally decided my lap is far too warm for her and is in her bed beside the desk, dreaming away of fields full of new things to explore…or so I like to think.