July 29th 2009 7:39 pm
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There is a piece of lint on the floor next to the bedroom door. It is black and fuzzy and every time I walk past it I have to sniff it, and lick it and sometimes eat it. But it is never tasty. I always spit it back out.
Then a few hours later I walk past it again and have to see if maybe it is any tastier this time. Nope. Not tastier. Spit it out again.
Mom could put me out of my misery… but no. She just laughs each and every darn time I try to eat it. I tried to eat it about six times now and it still tastes yucky. But I’ll keep trying.
Maybe it tastes better now. I better go see.
Love,
Coffee
Leave A Comment | 2 people already have Optimism is a beautiful quality, Coffee!
Have you tried grasshoppers, by any chance? Much tastier than lint, every time. I find that if it is lint that tastes like Mommy or Daddy's coats it is worth tasting. You never know, and it just might be worth having.
I'm partial to the tennis ball fuzz because it has MY scent on it AND Mommy and Daddy's scent, too.
What I REALLY enjoy is a nice piece of bark mulch. Mmmmm! Sometimes I even get to chew on it awhile before Mommy takes it away.
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July 30th 2009 at 10:08 am