Hoodlum kitty
Mar. 19th, 2004 08:20 amSome years ago, before they went back East,
cynvirtue gave me a period-style sleeping coif. It's a hood made from grey polar fleece and has a black ribbon to tie under the chin. I still use it, on the (currently) infrequent times we camp SCA events and it's cold overnight. In the meantime, it's stored in the dresser with some of the other SCA underthings.
Well, Tuesday morning I was particularly bleary as I got dressed for work and I left the drawer open.
Galen investigated. "Something soft, fuzzy, and with strings attached! It must die!"
My wife found the coif on the ground, and started to pick it up.
He pounced and carried it off proudly, then started running away ("You're chasing me! My trophy!"). Picture the kitty carrying a hood half as long as he is, running around the house. My wife chasing him, alternately laughing hysterically and mildly cursing.
What I'm reading: Patricia Bray, Devlin's Luck
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Well, Tuesday morning I was particularly bleary as I got dressed for work and I left the drawer open.
Galen investigated. "Something soft, fuzzy, and with strings attached! It must die!"
My wife found the coif on the ground, and started to pick it up.
He pounced and carried it off proudly, then started running away ("You're chasing me! My trophy!"). Picture the kitty carrying a hood half as long as he is, running around the house. My wife chasing him, alternately laughing hysterically and mildly cursing.
What I'm reading: Patricia Bray, Devlin's Luck