I say! Minding my own
business just now, sitting on the bathroom counter politely waiting on my
morning beverage (the good old tissue restorer known as Water), I suddenly find
myself confronted by a strange new occurrence – viz. there is a small but
noticeable kitten absolutely dangling from my tail!
What, I ask, did I do
wrong as a child to merit such distress?
Let me back up a
smidge.
There has been a
diminutive grayish, dust-bunnyish looking fuzzball charging about the place the
past few weeks (going by the silly sobriquet of Puff) and generally upsetting the
delicate balance of nature, as it were. It is obnoxiously fun-loving, seeking
adventure at any cost [to others]. What is worse, Mummy actually allows this
erratic behavior to continue unchecked, culminating in the afore-described incident.
And what I wish to
know is this: how does one relieve one’s self of a limpet?
I appeal to anyone
having ever experienced such an ordeal, for gazing downward, I see in Puff’s
eyes that look of endeavoring to persevere. She is twisting and turning, attacking
my silky gray fur with tiny claws and teeth, and otherwise making a nuisance of
herself while having the time of her little life.
In short, it appears
she is in it for the long haul.
We could be here a
while.
Suggestions are
welcome!
*SiGh*
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