Inkling and me

At 5pm I went to feed Inkling my Octopus his regular snack of tuna fish sandwiches. I looked into his tank of silver and blue, but to my surprise, Inkling was gone! There was a shiny, slimy trail leading away from the cage and out the door.
I knew what to do. I put on my Octopus hunting costume:

One long Octopus tentacle glove
Silky green dress
Long shiny embroided coat
Octopus tracking boots

I followed the trail. I went over bridges, under street lamps, and through tunnels. I arrived in town to find that the trail had stopped. Where was Inkling?
I sat down on a stone step and cried aloud " Alas my Octopus!"
Then I became aware of the sounds of a party, coming from a nearby apartment building. I looked up. The window was covered with cutouts of seaweed, shells and silvery fishes. A perfect place for a runaway octopus!
I marched through the door and up the stairs. There, in the centre of the party was Inkling. He was slithering from shoulder to shoulder in the crowd, his tentacles entwined around fingers, crusts of bread, cake and a cup of something greeny. I watched as he dove into the guacamole and climbed up an unsuspecting arm, now leaving fresh stains of guacamole behind him.
"Inky!" I shouted " You naughty Octopus!" He made his eyes all roundbutton-like and reached out a slithery tentacle in my direction. " What are you doing leaving trails of guacamole and crumbs on shoulders everywhere?" He looked abashed. The surrounding people said " It's ok, we like him and we don't mind his slimy stains".
I wiped off the guacamole and he climbed onto my shoulder and gave me a pleading look. " Please stay" said the others, " I looked at Inky and sighed "ok" and Inkling wrapped two clammy tentacles around my neck. Then he lowered his eyelids halfway, and wavered a tentacle at the dancefloor. We stayed and danced under a ceiling covered in all manner of fishy things, even an octopus! while green and blue lights flashed on and off. Inkling curled and uncurled his tentacles, and I tapped my toes and shook my hips, rustling the silky dress.
On the way home, Inkling sat on my head like a heavy hat, his tentacles drooping with tiredness.
I put him to bed in his tank of silver and blue and crawled into my own bed.
"Night Inkling" I called, but he was already asleep and dreaming.