Misdirected Snowballs

 

Spark is just over flowing with energy today so we sent him out to do a little shoveling.  At the same time, Mr. Fluffles was watching out of the front window where he likes to tip toe through the plants and sit. 

 

Not more than a few moments after Spark got outside we heard a loud thunk and Mr. Fluffles had a surprised look on his face.  I go to the window where I see the tell tale sign of a snowball mark on the glass and Spark laughing. 

 

Glaring out the window, I shake my head no at Spark. 

 

"Are you shaking your head no at Spark?" Dad asks, probably because throwing the snowball is just the sort of thing Dad would do too. 

 

"Well, when the front window is laying on the living room floor what are you going to be shaking at him, probably not your head no." 

 

The words were no sooner out of my mouth when another loud thunk vibrated the window.  This one got Dad up out of his chair and yelling out the door.  Spark scooped a few feeble shovels of snow off the driveway and was back in. 

 

Shoveling the driveway isn't near as fun as ridding it of snow by throwing snowballs at the cat sitting in the window.  Much more efficient but, not as fun.