I have been Fluffed
9/11/2008
My husband and I are the proud owners of four cats and one of them is rapidly-growing-kitten, a monster of invasive orange greatness with fluff to spare and an enormous bushy tail to beat the band, and a deeply-held conviction that, whoever you are and whatever you are doing, surely it would be improved if he sat upon it or jumped on you. He is an equal-opportunity pouncer, and the dialogue betwixt him and the older cats goes somewhat thusly:
Older cats: Leave me alone. I mean it. Don't jump on me again.This is final. I absolutely, positively, want to be left alone. For the love of God, please, please, I beg you, LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Leonidas McFluffyMuffin: Okay! Wanna play? Huh? Huh?
I am immured in my ivory tower -- i.e. home office slash practice slash crafts room -- doing musical things, and my fiendish husband just opened the door, popped McFluffyMuffin in and ran away, chortling fiendishly.
I have been Fluffed. Mamma mia.