Gussie Grey: Illicit Q-Tips

...Er, um, Hello!

My name is Augustus. I have parents. Sometimes life can be difficult. I possess the great skill of being able to charm the socks off of anyone who chances to spot me, a rare occurrence indeed. [The spotting, that is; not the charming!]
However, for you, Dear Reader, I am prepared to divulge my deepest thoughts and perspective of the world, mostly because if I don't tell somebody what is going on around here, I am going to pop!
But be warned, proceed with caution: Living with Mummy and Dad can be rather harrowing at times...

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Illicit Q-Tips

I got a Q-tip today, and Mummy doesn’t even know!

Mummy brought home a wonderful nice new package of the beloved whatsits.

Sitting on the bathroom counter, I observed carefully as she busied herself opening the box.

I watched with admiration the manner in which she grabbed a whacking great wad of the fuzzy-ended sticks and stuffed them neatly into the jar.

I also noticed that from the Great Wad dangled a couple of the delightful doodads, then made note that one of them fell softly to the counter top.

I looked at Mummy.

She was preoccupied, in her absurdly obsessive way, with trying to make the Q-tips stand on end so they would look neat (like anyone is going to check out our Q-tip jar - really).

I sidled forward, checking once more for a flicker of movement from the eyes in the side of her head.

Nothing my direction!

I snagged that stick and ran!

My move was so fast Mummy didn’t even know anything happened. And now I have this Q-tip to tool around with between my teeth.

I think I will go into the living room and see if Dad notices anything different about me….