Wednesday, April 12, 2006
flying
Category: Aviation
when alice was a little girl she would pretend to make me fly. sometimes she would lie on her back and hold me up and zoom me around and go nyeargh and then bounce me around a bit. even though she is too old for such silly games now she still pretends to make me fly although it is less about pretending and more about zooming me through the air from the bedroom window into the flower beds.
i don't mind but sometimes i get grubby and that means the washing machine for me. i hate the washing machine and sometimes (nearly always) i lose some stuffing. but I cant stay grubby or i cant go in alices bed at night where it is warm and smells nice and i can guard her. i got a thorn in my eye yesterday.