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stoutfellow) wrote2015-08-11 04:03 pm
stoutfellow) wrote2015-08-11 04:03 pm
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Pillow Fight
A little while ago, I was working at the computer when I heard a - let's say a suspicious - noise from the bedroom. I slipped out of the chair and stealthily (as stealthily as someone of my size can, at least) crept to where I could see what was going on.
Buster was standing on my bed, just down-bed from the pillow. He was digging furiously - well, making digging motions; his nails were clipped during the last vet trip, so he couldn't do any actual damage. He had, however, pulled the fitted sheet loose. As the edge of the sheet came under his paws, he thrust his head forward, under the pillow, and lifted it up. Standing there, looking and sniffing for something, with the pillow on his head.... I must have made a noise, because he looked over and saw me. He pulled his head clear and let the pillow fall, giving me a "Did you want something?" look.
I went back into the computer room, and he followed me.
Buster was standing on my bed, just down-bed from the pillow. He was digging furiously - well, making digging motions; his nails were clipped during the last vet trip, so he couldn't do any actual damage. He had, however, pulled the fitted sheet loose. As the edge of the sheet came under his paws, he thrust his head forward, under the pillow, and lifted it up. Standing there, looking and sniffing for something, with the pillow on his head.... I must have made a noise, because he looked over and saw me. He pulled his head clear and let the pillow fall, giving me a "Did you want something?" look.
I went back into the computer room, and he followed me.
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