the Ether Bunny (ninjalicious) wrote,
the Ether Bunny

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Thought my room smelled funny this morning. Like syrup. Open the bedroom door to find things not only excessively knocked over (mirror off the wall, for example), but the smell of one of Pete's lamps, knocked on the floor unbroken and currently melting the back of a throw rug that had been flipped up onto it.

Pick up, come over and log on. As I'm waiting Sprockets jumps into my lap. Pet him and he starts biting, frenzies on my arm. Disregards every action or commanding word. Carry him to the bathroom and throw him in, slam the door.

Not a good day today.

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