Apparently, the worst thing about Molly’s and Twinkie’s life on Brockton Drive is the vacuum cleaner. This towering force of pure evil brings a screaming cacophony into their normally serene world, and though it is quickly forgotten, while the vacuum is around they both cower in corners, under the bed, in a litterbox. Later they emerge, feeling quite shaken but immensely grateful. For I was able to exorcise Satan from the house, and they love me.
No CommentsMolly has gradually located the best spots in the house for napping and/or general observation. It’s interesting, though, because these spots are invariably places where Twinkie cannot or would not sit. Example: the cheap office-style chair in my computer room, on which Twinkie will never consider sitting because it spins around in a most precarious manner. Molly, however, quickly learned how to counteract the spinning action (she has a far better sense of balance than Twinkie) and it’s turned into one of her very most favorite spots.
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