Sir Poops and Hair Ball: Our Bedroom

SPAL: Hi, nice people. Hair Ball and I are still around.

HB: Yeah.

SPAL: We’ve discussed interviewing authors’ fur or feathered peeps instead of authors.

HB: Yeah. Some authors have referred to us as ‘dogs’. That’s a bad word. Right, pansy-boy?

SPAL: That’s right, stupid. They don’t care to associate with us fur-peeps.

HB: So we thought we’d show you our very own bedroom today.

SPAL: Yeah: Our sister, No-No-O left back in December.

HB: She moved to Israel and got married to a Yakov. What’s a Yakov anyway?

SPAL: Well, he’s not a Sausage. He’s a nice young man. That’s what Mummsy says anyway.

HB: Oh.

SPAL: So when our No-No-O left we were very sad for about a month.

HB: Yeah. No more buffet in the bed.

SPAL: No more piles of sweet smelling clothes to lounge around in.

HB: Yup. No more Facebook all night and sleep all day.

SPAL: Gone are the days of non-stop television and eating out of the garbage can.

HB: Yeah. Mummsy said she was a big slob. What’s a slob?

SPAL: A No-No-O.

HB: Oh.

SPAL: So we were really sad.

HB: And we cried and cried every night for our No-No-O to come back home. And she never did.

SPAL: No. She didn’t. We’ve been replaced with a Yakov. And Mummsy and Daddy-O were putting us into our boxes at night for bed after she left us.

HB: It was like being in prison.

SPAL: Yeah. It was. So one night, I body slammed my way out of mine and wailed really loud.

HB: I remember. And you did this for three nights in a row.

SPAL: That’s right. It got us our bedroom back. Didn’t it?

HB: It sure did. But without all the extras.

SPAL: But we have our beds and our own television set and big window to sunbathe by.

HB:I like it when Mummsy tucks us in bed at night, too.

SPAL: Me, too. She gives us lovey-loves and covers us with our blankies.

 

SPAL: Anyway, Daddy-O has one more chemo to do which is a good thing. He should be done in a month.

HB: Yeah. I’ll be glad. I miss playing chase with him. He lays in his bed a lot.

SPAL: We’ll see you guys next week. I’ve got a movie to watch. Blade II.

Lots of licks,

Sir Poops and Hair Ball