The high pitched scream that came from the next room led one to believe that a small but vocal cat was being electrocuted. Or possibly a tween had just gotten tickets to a Taylor Swift concert. I jumped to my feet and sprinted to the door.
"Is anybody hurt?" I demanded as there were neither cats nor tween girls in the house.
"Bat!" a voice yelled as a tangle of arms and legs swept down the stairs. "Where is the broom?"
"Are you bleeding?" I demanded.
"No. I'm fine. Bat! Broom!" the boy shouted out.
"Why do you need the broom?" I asked.
"For protection from the bat that is upstairs!" the boy insisted.
"You found Batty?" I cried out eagerly. "He didn't die of hunger?"
The room fell silent as all eyes suddenly focused on my suspiciously. I grabbed the broom and gave my most innocent grin.
"Batty?" Mom demanded dryly.
"I'll just go shoo him outside," I said quickly. "I got this."
Hi jinks ensued.
"Is anybody hurt?" I demanded as there were neither cats nor tween girls in the house.
"Bat!" a voice yelled as a tangle of arms and legs swept down the stairs. "Where is the broom?"
"Are you bleeding?" I demanded.
"No. I'm fine. Bat! Broom!" the boy shouted out.
"Why do you need the broom?" I asked.
"For protection from the bat that is upstairs!" the boy insisted.
"You found Batty?" I cried out eagerly. "He didn't die of hunger?"
The room fell silent as all eyes suddenly focused on my suspiciously. I grabbed the broom and gave my most innocent grin.
"Batty?" Mom demanded dryly.
"I'll just go shoo him outside," I said quickly. "I got this."
Hi jinks ensued.
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