...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, January 17, 2013

Um, Er…Help?

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!


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