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/.

I think he was in a whole load of trouble.
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When he’s not an angel, he’s a little terror!
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Certainly not a lap warmer, but lovable I’m sure!
My 78!
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Well done. A clever little story.
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Much appreciated🐾
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I’m still not I know what a zoomie is but this was entertaining to read 🙂
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