Andy woke me up this morning. "Mel, you got to see this."
I climb out of bed, groggy and cold.
In the living room Aethel is wrestling with one of my pink slippers. She hisses and pounces and they tumble. Then, triumphant, she bites down on the slipper and carries it away. The slipper is as big as her. Her little cat legs are straddling the slipper as she draggs it under her body and she waddles away. Hallarious.
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