So Mom has this bunny stapler that she went so crazy about when she found it on the internet, ok? And being a stapler this bunny lives on Mom's desk. My desk actually. That bunny is taking away precious cat space. Hey, I am a long cat and when I stretch - well, I still think Mom could move over a bit. Like to the next desk maybe or the small table she used to use before she got this one.
Ok, let's make this a short story. I stretched and bunny flew right off on the desk. Bang! Uh-oh. That was not a good sound. Not a reason to most rudely push me off the desk, mind you! And the reproachful look combined with a "PONDER!!" wasn't necessary, either. I was here before that bunny. I'm not sure if I'm a Monty Python fan, anyway. They made fun of cats more than once you know.
Now bunny lost his tail. Funny, I would have thought the teeth to go first.
Anyway, Mom threatened to sell me once again, then she called her sister to tell her I would have to move in with her. Her sister didn't answer, but somehow I don't think I'm quite off the hook yet although I am sitting on the desk again now. She refused to snuggle me and she keeps giving me those looks. Ordered from the US ... blablabla ... shipping ... blablabla ... next thing she's going to get out some coconut halves to explain it.
I don't see the problem ... some of Mom's friend made some good suggestions. A wire crochet tail, cotton ball tail. I think she should put snacks into the hole for me to get back out again. Humans make things so difficult.