Later that night, curled up in the big, noisy, wooden bed, a pillow fight began. The cats came flying into the room to see what the noise was. 'Well, your socks should be burned, they make me choke.' 'Well, if you didn't leave everything in one big heap.' He replied, receiving a hefty thwack around the chin, 'we might actually get to see what colour the carpet is.' The cats, called Chicken and Teabone, just to confuse the vet, scampered into the next room, and then their little heads slid around the door again. 'Well.' The pillow caught her around the cheek with a soft plop. 'The next time you leave a huge boomer of a turd in the bog, I'm gonna scoop it out and put it in your boots.' 'Well...' thwack 'the next time I can't see out the windows for you're...' thwack, thwack, '... knickers hanging up to dry, I'm gonna put them all on my head and go to the shops...' thwack. They started to push each other around the big bed, which suddenly lurched to the right. One of the legs had snapped clean away, and they fell in a heap on the floor, laughing. Their usual pattern of lovemaking, gentle, lingering and passionate became frenzied. . next »