We couldn’t find Pia and for a little while, we were worried.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. We were in a panic. Well, Mom was in a panic. Dad’s much more level-headed about such things and knew she just had to be somewhere inside the house. It’s not like we have a black-hole vortex thing here…like we did at the first apartment we lived at together. The one that sucked up one bright purple Lakers t-shirt, size 4XXT and the F4 key on that poor, underpowered, overused Amiga 500. Both vanished, gone, a mystery, *poof!* Never to be seen or heard from again.
“Where’s Pia?” Mom wandered the house calling, trying not to sound half-crazed. We listened for Pia’s peeping mews. Nothing. “Pia? Pia?”
“Pia Peepers Sassy Pants! You will answer your mother right this minute, young lady!” Mom didn’t actually say that but from the look in her eyes, you’d know in a heartbeat she’d really wanted to.
Scritchy, scritchy *sounds of scrambling as though coming from a deep well* Peep! Peep! Peeeeeeeeeeeeep! As if to say, “Here I am, Mom! I found the best hiding spot ever! Uh…What? Where you looking for me?”
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