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Today, I was laying peacefully on the bed when a greebling suddenly
attacked my tail. Naturally, I sat up, lifted a hind leg, and lifted the tail
into the air to better get at it, and started licking it furiously to get rid
of the pesky greebling. The hoomin was sitting beside me on the bed
(she likes gazing adoringly at me when I sleep), and again, she started
laughing at me!
Waffles, I must seriously reconsider your offer to let me live at your place. How is it, do your hoomins laugh at you? Or at Francis and Marble? I know you catch the most delicious mowsies, but is there any other food as well? Would your hoomins feed me if I came over? The mere sight of you, my darling, would keep me going for a long time, but at some point, I might want something to actually eat. I know I am the light of her life, but she had better shape up or I am leaving! Frankie, seriously miffed |
Copyright © Marina Kurten
November 30, 2001
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