turn on the TV and see what they’re projecting.” She picked up the remote and pressed a button to demonstrate.
Darakin’s eyes opened in awe at the power of the small remote. He shook his head, having trouble taking it all in.
“You don’t need to understand it to enjoy it, Darakin. Just pay attention to the story and you’ll see.”
Darakin settled back, allowing himself to be drawn into the complicated story unfolding on the screen before him. After some time, Mrowley ventured in and snuggled into the small space between the two, purring as he received pets from both sides. The three of them were soon fast asleep.
The television show ended and a movie started. The volume at which they’d been watching the quiet love story was too high for the war movie, and the three of them jumped at the sound of automatic gunfire.
Mrowley leapt onto a nearby table knocking a potted plant to the floor.
“What’s that?” Darakin asked in fear.
Nora grabbed the remote and lowered the volume. “Sorry, sometimes the noise level between shows isn’t consistent. It’s gunfire.”
Darakin stared at the screen, mesmerized. “I’ve never seen a gun that could fire so quickly.”
“Yeah, if there’s one thing our society is good at, it’s inventing new deadly weapons.” She looked at her carpet, which was now covered in dirt from the potted plant. “Now I’ll have to vacuum this mess.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means to clean the carpets.”
“Oh.”
With everything calmed down, Mrowley went back to the sofa to lie next to Darakin. Nora took the vacuum cleaner out of the closet and plugged it in.
She used her foot to turn it on and Mrowley and Darakin both leapt off the couch in fear.
No, it’s the cat eating machine! Help! Darakin, don’t let it get me. Mrowley raced around the apartment in a panic.
Darakin stared at the loud machine and backed away.
Nora looked at the fear in his eyes and laughed. She turned it off. “What’s wrong with you?”
“It’s loud.”
“Yes, well it is loud, but it’s a whole lot easier than trying to sweep dirt off a carpet. What’s Mrowley’s problem?”
“He says that it’s a cat eating machine.”
“Cat eating machine? Where does he come up with this stuff?”
No, Darakin, really. When you look in the belly of one of those things, you’ll find what’s left of a cat.
“He says if you look in its belly, you’ll find the remains of a cat.”
Nora gave Darakin a confused look for a minute. Suddenly, understanding lit her features. She laughed.
“You silly cat.” She laughed harder for a minute.
What’s so funny? I don’t like being laughed at. Darakin, tell her to stop.
“What’s so funny?” Darakin asked.
“The only thing it eats is dirt off the floor, and that includes all the fur that the cat sheds. So when you empty it, a big wad of fur comes out. But the opening is too small to suck a cat in. See?” She held up the hose for him to see.
Mrowley poked his head out from under the sofa for a minute. At the sight of the vacuum cleaner, he ducked back under.
“How does it eat the dirt off the floor?” Darakin asked.
“Well, it uses suction to, um, okay, I don’t know exactly,” she said in frustration. “I’m not an engineer. Just come here and I’ll show you.”
She turned the vacuum on again causing Mrowley, who’d settled beneath the sofa to run out and do a lap around the room again before running into the bedroom.
Darakin approached the vacuum slowly. Nora took his hand and held it up to the open end of the hose. “Feel the suction?”
Darakin yanked his hand back.
“Now watch,” Nora said as she ran the vacuum over the dirt on the carpet, sucking it into its canister.
“You’re summoning some kind of wind vortex!”
“You mean like a tornado? I don’t know about
Darakin’s eyes opened in awe at the power of the small remote. He shook his head, having trouble taking it all in.
“You don’t need to understand it to enjoy it, Darakin. Just pay attention to the story and you’ll see.”
Darakin settled back, allowing himself to be drawn into the complicated story unfolding on the screen before him. After some time, Mrowley ventured in and snuggled into the small space between the two, purring as he received pets from both sides. The three of them were soon fast asleep.
The television show ended and a movie started. The volume at which they’d been watching the quiet love story was too high for the war movie, and the three of them jumped at the sound of automatic gunfire.
Mrowley leapt onto a nearby table knocking a potted plant to the floor.
“What’s that?” Darakin asked in fear.
Nora grabbed the remote and lowered the volume. “Sorry, sometimes the noise level between shows isn’t consistent. It’s gunfire.”
Darakin stared at the screen, mesmerized. “I’ve never seen a gun that could fire so quickly.”
“Yeah, if there’s one thing our society is good at, it’s inventing new deadly weapons.” She looked at her carpet, which was now covered in dirt from the potted plant. “Now I’ll have to vacuum this mess.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means to clean the carpets.”
“Oh.”
With everything calmed down, Mrowley went back to the sofa to lie next to Darakin. Nora took the vacuum cleaner out of the closet and plugged it in.
She used her foot to turn it on and Mrowley and Darakin both leapt off the couch in fear.
No, it’s the cat eating machine! Help! Darakin, don’t let it get me. Mrowley raced around the apartment in a panic.
Darakin stared at the loud machine and backed away.
Nora looked at the fear in his eyes and laughed. She turned it off. “What’s wrong with you?”
“It’s loud.”
“Yes, well it is loud, but it’s a whole lot easier than trying to sweep dirt off a carpet. What’s Mrowley’s problem?”
“He says that it’s a cat eating machine.”
“Cat eating machine? Where does he come up with this stuff?”
No, Darakin, really. When you look in the belly of one of those things, you’ll find what’s left of a cat.
“He says if you look in its belly, you’ll find the remains of a cat.”
Nora gave Darakin a confused look for a minute. Suddenly, understanding lit her features. She laughed.
“You silly cat.” She laughed harder for a minute.
What’s so funny? I don’t like being laughed at. Darakin, tell her to stop.
“What’s so funny?” Darakin asked.
“The only thing it eats is dirt off the floor, and that includes all the fur that the cat sheds. So when you empty it, a big wad of fur comes out. But the opening is too small to suck a cat in. See?” She held up the hose for him to see.
Mrowley poked his head out from under the sofa for a minute. At the sight of the vacuum cleaner, he ducked back under.
“How does it eat the dirt off the floor?” Darakin asked.
“Well, it uses suction to, um, okay, I don’t know exactly,” she said in frustration. “I’m not an engineer. Just come here and I’ll show you.”
She turned the vacuum on again causing Mrowley, who’d settled beneath the sofa to run out and do a lap around the room again before running into the bedroom.
Darakin approached the vacuum slowly. Nora took his hand and held it up to the open end of the hose. “Feel the suction?”
Darakin yanked his hand back.
“Now watch,” Nora said as she ran the vacuum over the dirt on the carpet, sucking it into its canister.
“You’re summoning some kind of wind vortex!”
“You mean like a tornado? I don’t know about
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