A poignant (and occasionally pungent) account of daily life in the human world as described by a wily calico named Fuzzbucket.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
No room for humans
I have moved my pillow into my humans bed and have now made a habit out of sleeping under the covers. Why wouldn't I choose to sleep between two 98.6 degree bed warmers? Sometimes the blankets do build up static electricity on my fur, but that just makes me sparkle brighter than usual. I love to build up the charge and use the power against tang. He's no match for my zappy paws.
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