In the dark I heard "nom nom" sounds, so I reached over to turn the lamp on to find this:
His stoic poker face held out for about 30 seconds, as though I'd imagined the nom-noms. Then, he couldn't help himself.
No wonder bits of leaves litter my floor. Then, since the smaller vines wiggle so suggestively, he started batting at them, which led to this moment. And since the vines were so wrapped around the lamp, it pulled just about everything you see on the table to the floor with it. Bruiser was out the room by the time it was half way down. Coward.
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