On the second day, there was the stalking of bare feet. And it was good.
On the third day, there were cats in the laundry. And it was good.
On the fourth day, they moved to the ironing board and pretended to be sphinxes. This, too, was good.
On the fifth day, they relocated to the underwear drawer. And it was good, though not so good as the ironing board.
On the sixth day, there was smugness. And it was very good.
On the seventh day, they rested. Verily, unto the noon.
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