Saturday, July 16, 2011

Restless & Wrapped

Some days I just want out. Of the tank, that is. If I make enough racket she'll grab me and put me on the porch and let me run wild. I only create a ruckus when she's home and mostly in the warm season. During the colder season, when I start to clump heavily in the tank, she uses a special towel to dry me off before letting me, er, run. But first she swaddles tightly me in the towel (like baby jeezus) to see how long it takes for me to wrangle my way out of it. Pure entertainment on her part. Fluffy agony on mine.

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