He pulled a little orange one out immediately and tossed it on the floor. I started battin it around an had a wonderful time. He would drop it on a chair and I would wait a lap, wiggle my butt, and then jump up there ferociously. An he would toss it at a door and I would know where it was going to go after that! When he tosses them right at me, they never even reach the door. He says I would be good at something called "ping-pong".
He left it on the floor when he went sleepy yesterday dark. The next day, he saw the pom-pom in the bedroom, in the kitchen, an in the sparkly-box room. An he never caught me moving it around (hee-hee).
But it disappeared. He thinks I've just hidden it (and that's OK with me cause I don't wanna be blamed for losing it). But I'm not gonna tell him I don't know where it is! He'll find it eventually an, inna meantime, he'll toss me a new one!
I didn't see the whole buncha them on the floor or I would have scattered them all (which is why he says he took the piciature while I was outside). I almost fainted when I saw the piciature of how many there are! But it is good to know there are so many of them! I want one of the big ones next. No wait, I want one of each!
