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Freya> Well . . . OK

If this is your first visit, please read this.

Purring. Stroking is good. Behind ears. Now other ear. Under chin. Make Flying Thing go away. [It's not a "Flying Thing," Freya, it's a Fairy. Please be more respectful. And she wants to play with you.] Yawn. Stretch. Scratch belly now. Stretch claws.

Flying thing - Ok, Ok, Fairy - sits on shoulder. Wings twitch. Interesting. Like bird. Ok, play. Crouch. Pounce. [Where did it go, Freya?]  Leap to floor and look. Fairy zooms into slit where stacks of paper live. Paw at opening, want to make opening bigger. Hop on chair, paw at top of opening. Squeeze head in. Fall off chair into round wood thing with crumpled papers and banana peel. [I’m sorry, Freya, I didn’t mean to laugh so hard. It’s just that you look pretty funny sitting in the waste basket.] Crawl out, leap to pillow on window ledge. Nap. Don't like Flying Things.

Posted on: 2009-01-28 Comments (1) Add comment