Riding a big bike, climbing tall cabinets—Elijah was here, there and everywhere! He kept Baldwin busy both day and night.
In the night, Baldwin awoke with a
start when Elijah pawed him on the nose.
He needed to use the litter box again, and wished for his Uncle Baldwin
to escort him.
Baldwin protested as he rubbed his
scratched nose, "Elijah, you might be a kitten, but you are old enough to
go to the litter box by yourself, so please let me sleep."
Elijah whispered back, "But it's
dark, Uncle Baldwin, and I’m afraid to go down the hallway."
Baldwin reached for the window shade
and gave it a quick tug. Up it rolled with a loud racket as light from the
street lamp streamed in, casting a dim glow upon the path which led to the
litter box.
“Wow,” meowed Elijah who was rather
impressed with his Uncle’s ability to chase away the darkness, “can I do that,
too?” Baldwin responded patiently,
“Perhaps tomorrow, Elijah. I am going
back to bed.”
"Cool; thanks, Uncle
Baldwin. I won't bother you again.
Night!" whispered Elijah rather loudly.
Baldwin returned to bed and closed his
weary eyes. It seemed that morning came
quickly as he awoke to the sun peeking into the window. He yawned and stretched rather lazily. Suddenly he remembered Elijah, and he was frantic. Where was his nephew?
Baldwin dashed into the hallway. “Elijah,” he called. There was no response. He ran into the kitchen. “Elijah, where are you?” he called again—still
no answer. Baldwin sat very still and
listened. He heard the beating of his own
heart, but yet he heard something else.
There was a quiet movement coming from the tall white box standing in
the corner.
The door was standing slightly ajar.
“Surely not!” exclaimed Baldwin, yet somehow he knew it to be true. Looking inside, he saw Elijah exploring the contents
of the refrigerator. “Hi, Uncle, I was
trying to be quiet. Did I wake you up?”
asked Elijah. “I’m looking for
breakfast!
