This afternoon, Liquorice was asleep at my feet while I was sitting at the computer. Keaton lay on the vestibule tiles whereupon the young master found his innocent self attacked, set upon by a large pot of Spathiphyllum! Keaton was apparently asleep, dreaming of paddling in cool waters as for several minutes his little tootsies were moving rhythmically back and forth. Then my little boy gave a sleepy slow-motion stretch holding that position for a time before relaxing, chomping briefly on some treat imagined to be in his mouth. Next he lazily rolled on his back, wriggling, as if giving himself a back massage on the cold tiles, gradually moving sideways as he delighted in that bliss before slowly continuing his sleepy 180-degree roll, right over, and into the side of this large pot of Spathiphyllum! Well Keaton woke with a start, his tummy and chest against the pot, with the pot “capturing” his legs preventing their free movement. The overhanging leaves were “viciously” attacking his topsides and when the startled boy whipped his head around in counter attack “armies” of leaves rushed at his face! I gave a reassuring call to my darling boy who returned my gaze then slowly took in his situation. The tired brain soon realized his predicament then he turned to his faithful Dad to extricate him from the jungle that seemed to have engulfed the young master, which I was happy to do. And Liquorice never missed a beat, maintaining a regular stream of snores throughout the whole drama! 🙂
Arthur Witten
Liquorice – Who’s been rearranging the pot plants?
Keaton – I was ambushed, by a real bush too!