The other day, I noticed Peanut acting strangely, secretively,
so I asked her what she had, there.
Right there, in your armpit.
She looked at me like I was nuttier than her nickname.
Armpit, Ma? Silly Ma, catses doesn't has armpits.
She got up and left the spot, and
It has to be the scruffiest store-bought mouse I've ever seen. No wonder she wanted to hide it.
For more beasts, all sizes and degrees of scruffiness, Be sure to stop by Modulator's Friday Ark #184, and, on Sunday, swing by the CotC, this weekend to be hosted by Nikita, at Nikita's Place.