Saturday, June 7, 2008

On My Way Out of the Kitchen




What I want to do here is get the bird. Here birdy, birdy, birdy. Why is it so hard to get the bird. Glass ceilings, glass slippers, shattered glass. I stuck my paw in the glass that was half full of water. It was sitting on the counter and I was about to dump it onto the floor, when I heard her get out of bed. Her hearing is sensitive. She knows what I'm up to, but I'm faster. I'm gone in a flash.


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