Saturday, April 29, 2017

29~ Claws and Soft Bits, A True Story

For the record, I have been sick. And I was cleaning, but got light-headed. Honest. I was only going to rest for a minute, but then I was seized. Forcibly detained. When Mister Foo decides to make you his spot, it's not necessarily a matter of choice, an instance of cuddly, warm, fuzzy engagement. Sometimes Mister Foo's attention can be quite insistent, and intimidating.


In my defense, I sent this picture to Geoff, with a text, so he would understand why I was not up and pitching in: I've fallen, and Foo won't let me get up. And to emphasize the perils of my predicament, I decided to use the new feature I discovered on my phone... because why not let technology help me overshare with TMI, and other humiliating details??

Here's Foo, being "snuggly." I cannot move.

I rest my case.

With Infinity More Monkeys, a picture a day.

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