Oh, Dear, Again
Undressed, in bed, sans contacts, I hear an unmistakably feline vocalization outside - the guys freak, just in case I'm in doubt. So, barefoot, blind, I hustle outside with a bowl of crunchies, thinking, at the very least, the poor little thing has a chance at a meal...
posted by Lizzy at 8:59 PM
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Not to pry or anything, but which poor little thing would this be?
All I know today is, he - or she - ate the crunchies...
Oh, dear. Not even a sight of a little furry tail? Madu is missing one quarter of teh fur on his face. He keeps scratching! Silly boy. He is not allowed out till all the fur has grown back. Please think furry thoughts at him! He keeps trying to escape, and I can't chase him (thank deity, he is too slow, lazy, narcoleptic to run fast or far).
Petunnia admonshes Madu - Don't scratch! And in fact, 'Toonya's chin is nicely furry again...
Oooh, so glad to hear that! Goodonya, Toonz! (Will she mind an oh-so-familiar nickname? I get a very proper vibe from 'Toonya — as if one is only to use the approved name or nickname.)
Petunnia, aka Petunnia-Petunnia, aka'Toonya, sez Toonz is a most welcome addition to her collection of names - who sez you have to stopz at three?
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