Norman couldn't sleep. He had had his mug of warm cocoa and milk which usually made him instantly docile, but this evening something was agitating him.
He lay in the dark listening to Norman's happy purrs, staring straight at the blank ceiling.
Maybe there was sugar in his cocoa, he wondered - it was after all a new brand of cocoa, and he hadn't read the packaging details like he usually did because he had been in a rush that day.
He decided he must get to the bottom of it and go and see the label for himself. It would be the last time he ever bought that brand.
He put his robe and slippers on and made for the kitchen, being sure not to rouse Norman as he did so.
On entering the kitchen and turning on the light, half a dozen or so little black critters scurried into hidey-holes. One went behind the tea canister, another slipped in between the crack of the cutlery draw.
Norman shuddered. If there was one creature he disliked, it was the cockroach.
He stood at the doorway, unsure how to proceed. He thought about throwing his slippers at the pantry to scare any away that might be around the cocoa, but instead he decided he would simply have to wait this one out and get to the bottom of it in the morning.
Norman had a miserable sleep.
But the next day Norman was cheerful - he had been to the supermarket and bought his usual brand of cocoa which was completely sugar free, binning the other brand which indeed contained sugar.
He had also bought a packet of four cockroach baits which looked ominous and impressive - like flying saucers made by Batman's engineers, he thought.
He slipped one behind the refrigerator, one at the top shelf of the pantry, one on the window sill, and the other under the sink.
The rest of the afternoon he spent scrubbing his kitchen from top to bottom. Norman sat in the doorway keeping company, washing himself from time to time.
When the cleaning was done, Norman put away his gloves and smiled at Norman, "I don't set a fancy table, but my kitchen's awful homey," he chuckled.
Norman and Norman both slept like logs that evening.
Submitted December 26, 2016 at 03:27AM by nana_had_a_fall http://ift.tt/2hpwxkz lifeofnorman
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