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These critters tickle me to death. Just now Patty had the recliner kicked back and a dress pattern spread out in front of her. Toby was lying more or less in her lap, watching the world go by.
Cherokee wandered past the foot of the recliner, whereupon Toby charged the length of the footrest and launched himself right at the cat. Unfortunately he didn't take into consideration how slippery the paper was, so instead of flying through the air and landing on Cherokee, his feet slipped out from under him, causing him to go straight up and land right back where he started from, then slide clumsily off the end of the footrest and land in a heap next to the surprised cat.
Toby shook his head so vigorously he almost swatted himself senseless with those big, floppy ears, then looked around with this befuddled look on his face. Cherokee never broke stride.
Patty laughed so hard she dropped her thimble, which rolled under the couch. So just to be agreeable and incidentally get in some badly needed Brownie points, I got down on my knees and started feeling around for the misplaced artifact. That was when I discovered why Toby gets into so many fights with the other critters. He ran up behind me and jammed his little pointy nose right up the old tailpipe, then started biting with those needle-sharp, pointy little teeth. I bumped the back of my head on the bottom of Patty's footrest so hard I almost gave myself a concussion, then made a few remarks that wouldn't have hurt the sales of a Sunday school textbook, much.
Patty is still trying to recover.
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