“Teagan’s Favorite Game”
The Adventures of Teagan, Ep. 21
“Teagan’s Favorite Game”
Teagan bounded into the living room at the sound of the key fitting into the door lock. The door swung open and Mom stepped inside. She had been gone all day and Teagan had missed her. She trotted into the kitchen and plopped down, rolling over onto her back. She gave Mom innocent, expectant eyes. Mom knelt down to rub Teagan’s belly. (Shut up, dogs.) Teagan purred and after a few more rubs, jumped up and ran back into the living room.
Mom set her stuff on the kitchen table and followed. Teagan arched her back and flicked her tail at Mom. Then she bolted down the hall into the back bedroom. A moment later, Teagan heard Mom’s footsteps following. Mom peeked her head in and Teagan jumped. She crab-walked to the edge of the bed and waited under the edge of the bed skirt. She listened as Mom’s feet shuffled away, counted to three, and then she took off after her. Teagan sprinted into the living room and stopped. Where did Mom go?
She waited and listened. Suddenly, she caught sight of a head of red peeking out from behind the kitchen wall. Teagan crouched low. The head tucked back behind the wall and out of sight. Teagan lunged and landed around the corner. Mom shrieked and laughed, and Teagan turned and ran back into the bedroom. She dashed under the bed skirt again where she huddled and waited, unaware of her tail sticking out.
Teagan watched Mom’s feet come into view, stepping softly and slowly. They looked like they were about to come further into the room, but then they retreated out of sight. Teagan waited, holding her breath. Nothing changed. She wiggled her hind legs and rocketed into the living room where she came up short again. For such a big person, Mom was good at hiding. Teagan heard a chuckle behind her. She whirled around. Mom was crouched down on the sofa. Teagan chirped and tore off into the kitchen. It was dark in there, which meant she had the advantage.
Mom followed, and the two of them did a stalking dance around the kitchen table. Teagan made a break for the paper bag, but Mom wasn’t falling for that again, at least not in the dark. Bleeding was just the thing to ruin the fun, so she turned and ran off again. Teagan didn’t wait this time before giving chase. She tailed Mom into the living room where she caught the lumbering human. Teagan leapt into the air and tackled Mom’s leg, almost bringing her down.
Mom squealed and stumbled. Teagan rushed past her into the bedroom. She collapsed on the rug. Mom tiptoed in a moment later, also breathing heavily. Teagan rolled onto her side and huffed. Just because she finished first didn’t mean she was surrendering. Besides, Teagan always won.