Mummy has fuzzy behind prints on her freshly painted windowsill, courtesy of me! Somehow, after all the scraping, sanding, spackling, sanding, priming, and painting, I was under the impression she was DONE dominating the window scene. Apparently not, ‘cause when she saw me settling in for a relaxing afternoon of bird watching she freaked and flailed her arms about, sending me into a tizzy of where-do-I-go’s and what-do-I-do’s.
If no one hears from me for a while, messages can be sent to Augustus, Esq., Beneath The Tub, Bathroom Common.
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