Good grief! I hope that was a stinker and not the whole turd. Would you learn already. He ranks poorly(no pun intended) on this particular skill. I will concede the floor is not a veritable mine field, ready to take of a foot, but he certainly can not be trusted.
I'll take my leave now. The foot of the bed glows green from the cloud of nuclear waste that just released from under that nub of a tail. he gets attention for being cute but all would be surprised by the toxic nature of his poots.
I find comfort under the covers with mom. I don't think she woke but I curled close to her. She smells like sleep and linen.
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