Actually, Bea has been telling the birds his business for years now. (Don’t tell Elvis!)
To be fair, he recovered a lot more quickly than I thought he would.
“Listen kid, back in the good old days, before all this new-newfangled technology, this story was terrifying! "
(Of course, back then, we had to walk to school, uphill, through the snow! And bring the water in from the well! And there was no wi-fi . . . anywhere!)
She’s a bookstore cat! She’s probably read scarier stories than any of you have ever heard of.
Still . . . be careful.
So good (wonderful, even), to hear good news in a situation like this. Thank you for telling us!
Oh, but they’re so much safer now, they’re wearing batting helmets!
Cats dangerously close to a space heater or fireplace? Please, let’s try to keep this story within the realm of possibilities.
Everyone knows cats would only do such a thing on a day ending in “Y”
Now Pez has to wait a bit longer to make sure his limp is gone.
BED! I said, and bed, I meant!
With Lupin, there’s no such thing as, “just a taste.”