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Frank here. The hoomin is not well. She says she has a fever, and
her voice is strange and croaky. I've been trying to look after her,
curling up with her in bed, purring to soothe her, and giving her little
kisses now and then, because kitty kisses can cure anything. I have
also serenaded her when I was worried she would drop off and not
wake up in time for dinner. I may not be a registered nurse like my
love, Waffles, but I'm doing my best to help the hoomin recover.
However. The hoomin must be a bit light-headed from the fever or something, because she made the weirdest science experiment today. Muttering something about making herself a mug of hot cordial, she dug out a bottle from the cold white cupboard in which she hides food. She hadn't opened the bottle for a while, and she gave me this funny look and said, "this is my science project." She put the bottle in the sink and opened it... ... and I NEARLY JUMPED OUT OF MY SKIN!!! The bottle opened with a huge BANG! The hoomin giggled hysterically and told me she should probably not drink this. Well, Duh! I'd just like to know what she had been drinking before she opened that bottle. She left it standing in the sink. Smoke was coming out of it. I was getting worried, because the hoomin has been reading a lot of Harry Potter books lately, and I thought she might have been getting bad ideas about potions and stuff. That smoke coming out of the bottle looked ominous! She turned her back on the sink, and a moment later turned back and started giggling hysterically again. Dark red foam was silently bubbling out of the bottle and into the sink. Now I was really getting worried. What if she was planning on turning me and Nikki into some slimy creatures... like d*gs or something? The bottle is still sitting in the sink. The foam has stopped coming out of it. If you do not hear from me and Nikki again, the hoomin has taken final leave of her senses and turned us into toads. Please purr for us, and purr for the hoomin to get better soon! Frank, keeping a watchful eye on Marina, who is going back to bed now. |
Copyright © Marina Kurten
February 21, 2002