Purrle wanted to be an only pet, so he's been ticked-off for nearly a year. Aware of his attitude and desiring no bloodshed, when we put Pierre's hoodie in the cart, we immediately turned on our heels and chose from the opposite side of the aisle a cute mouse-on-a-string for Purrle.
Purrle saw Pierre wearing his new hoodie, left the room, and reappeared with his head poked through the handle of a shopping bag, the remainder spread across his back. "Is this one mine?"
"Uh-oh. Let me have that before you choke your fat self. ...Someone dig through the rest of the sacks and find Purrle's mouse."
Saturday, December 15, 2007
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