“Poopie?” I yawned, noticing that my sister was not in sight.
I paced our apartment, making sure that I covered every room, cabinet and crevice. Poopie was gone.
Hushed stirring sounds slowly emerged as I headed down to the kitchen.
Peering closely, I saw Poopie intently focused on the TV rack.
Feigning injury, it managed to draw my sister dangerously closer.
I am perturbed. Why would my sister even think of going near that wretched thing. My inner gutt tells me NEVER to trust anything with glowing eyes.
Before I could have even moved a muscle, they both broke out into a full-blown fur brawl.
I surmised, a few more seconds and Poopie would be a goner. So I hurriedly roused the hoomans for them to aptly deal with this new perpetrator.
“Manang, Manang, please hurry!! Poopie needs our help! Another alien has come to attack us!”
Startled and still cranky, the hooman dragged her feet to see what the commotion was all about.
“There it is manang… “ words fumbled out of my mouth. “There is Poopie’s attacker!”
The hooman followed the direction I was pointing at. Her eyes started to chink as she let out a good hearty laugh.
“It’s just Gring Gring!” she said as she drew some kibbles from our kibble bin and led the creature out. “he just came in for some food.” ... and then she dared give it a face scratch!!
With that, the hooman disappeared back into the snoozing room.
Truth is, I was disappointed- both at Poopie and the hoomans. So foolish of them to be so credulous. I may still not know what a “Gring Gring” is but I sure don’t trust it.
Only the frail minded would think it purportedly entered our house for the food.
Even mulling over the day’s events for the entire day would not set my mind at peace. I decided then, it was time to consult with my Aki cam.
The succeeding events left me dumbfounded.
Where was it going?
More aptly, what is it planning to do?
How crude. That was so not classy. Not classy at all.