You will hardly believe this but Mummy has barred my entrance
to beneath the bathub!
Everyone knows it is my retreat, my safety zone, me
hiding-place-for-when-Mummy-is-shouting-my-name.
Yet today she placed a piece
of wood over the opening under the window seat and nailed it into place.
I am
aghast!
I am astounded!
Where will I go when somebody has broken a glass, and I
mysteriously get blamed?
What will I do when relatives come?
What was she thinking?
She claims it is because she is afraid that in the event of
an emergency she would not be able to get me out of there.
You’re darn right!
That is the whole point, Mumster!
But Gussie, says she, what if the house caught on fire?
It would be your fault! Said I, and gave her a pouty look.
It is for your own good, she simpered.
Ha! Said I, and I meant it to sting.
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