24. Look what’s crawling up my wall

Boris was fond of microscopes. He thought, if only I could just get under one, hang out on a petri dish for a tick, then everyone could see and admire my luxurious fur. ‘Oh!’ they’d exclaim, ‘That Boris! He wouldn’t make a half-bad pet!’

Unfortunately, Boris was quite wrong.

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3 Responses to “24. Look what’s crawling up my wall”

Kimberly Says:
July 28th, 2007 at 5:46 pm
Poor Boris. :-(

Halfway there, Miz D!
Jaynee Says:
July 28th, 2007 at 6:07 pm
YOU NEED TO WARN A PERSON! Sheesh. I have arachniphobia and imagine my dismay when THAT picture loaded!!!

I’ll be back later when that thing has moved well down the page!!!!
Mrs D Says:
July 28th, 2007 at 7:15 pm
Kimberly: Only halfway??

Jaynee: Ack! So sorry! I figured Boris was so very very dead that he wouldn’t be alarming to anyone anymore.