Where Oh Where Did the Spots Go

MMMM, hello, my name is Sassy and I’m sad and confused. I’m sad because they went away, and I’m confused because I don’t know what they are. They show up occasionally and I play with them and chase them. It’s so much fun, but they always go away. I don’t understand. If only I knew where they came from or where they’ve gone to. Who are they, you ask? They are the Spots.

I suspect they are aliens, maybe. There are two kinds, the indoor Spots and the outdoor Spots and they are FAST. The outdoor ones can be on the fence and then, in a flash, they are in the grass across the yard. The indoor Spots are fast, too. If I see one of them on the wall and chase after it, it zips to the ceiling, SWOOSH, before I can catch it. One day, I was watching for Spots on the wall. I was sitting very close to the wall and watching for any sign of them, when all of a sudden one was right in front of my nose, less than two inches away. Wouldn’t you know it, before I could catch it, it shot up the stairs, at what has to be, light-speed. I chased it up and down the stairs, but I couldn’t catch it for nothing. It was fun though, because it likes to play chase.

Now, Spots are usually light colored and they are all different sizes. The ones that show above the sink on sunny days are small and they don’t really move all that much. The ones that zip across the back yard are pretty big. But, by far, my most favorite are the tiny red Spots that zip all over the place. They are so sneaky. They’ve actually climbed up on my legs or my nose and I still can’t catch them. They zip off to the wall or up on the ceiling. My people, especially the one my sister, Peanut calls Old Fart, tells me “go get it, Sassy.” I try and it gets away. Old Fart chuckles and tells me to get it again. He knows I can’t catch them, but he asks me to try over and over. I can’t let him down so I try.

Some of them are really pretty, too. There’s one that visits on sunny days, she just sits on the wall at the foot of the stairs. She looks almost like a snowflake. She always leaves at dark. She’s beautiful and I love to sit and stare at her. I wish she’d stay. I wish I knew where she goes. I can’t wait until she comes back.