A wave of excitement rushed through me out of nowhere. When charged this full, zoomies are no longer a figment of the imagination; they’re a must.

Dad wanted me as a lap warmer, but my instincts made this more of a task than a choice. 

I’m shot from a cannon. 

Like a bulldog in a china shop; Mom’s figurine collection, the whole caboodle, somehow wound up on the ground, headless. 

Dad caught me. Next stop, a dark crate

Word Count: 78

Prompted from Weekend Writing Prompt at: https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/10/02/weekend-writing-prompt-229-caboodle/.

Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Phrase Challenge at: https://francisthefrenchie.wordpress.com/2021/10/02/francis-the-frenchies-daily-phrase-challenge-october-2-2021/.

Prompted from Fandango’s One Word Challenge at: https://fivedotoh.com/2021/10/02/fowc-with-fandango-figment/.

Prompted from Word of the Day Challenge at: https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2021/10/02/blame-2/.

Prompted from Ragtag Daily Prompt at: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2021/10/02/rdp-saturday-wave/.