BOMBSHELL CAT

MY PET BOMB

“ Bombbbbb “ , I screamed as I ran to another room. I leaned to the walls and tried to listen to minute sounds... I hear now. I hear the chal chals of a necklace. A second later , I hear tiny tiny footsteps (no, paw steps) approaching as our baby BOMB run to me hearing my voice. She enters the room I’m hiding in and checks for me under the bed , behind sofas and stops there with her cute head tilted in all directions figuring out where I’m. I call her name again. With all excitement, she turns around and hops to me with gleaming eyes, pupils of which become dark as night sky, so beautiful, when she is playful and happy.