Midnight Strike

Slipping through the cat flap from Doo Dah Lane, I wasn't about to just curl up and sleep—not with three wooden clothespins scattered by the pantry and an uncracked walnut resting on the floor! Naturally, an impromptu midnight bowling alley had to happen. I stood the three pins up in a tight triangle, paced back across the linoleum, and gripped the bumpy shell with both paws. With a muffled chuckle, I shoved the walnut with all my might. Rattle-crack! It wobbled forward, smashing straight through the center pin and sending all three clattering across the tiles. I dropped flat behind the doorframe, stifling a triumphant snicker at my perfect strike.