I have a bunny, his name is Mr. Giggles... That was his name in the catalog when I ordered him as a make-it-yourself stuffed toy somewhere around 8th grade. A toy bunny, yes.
Well anyhow, Mr. Giggles sits on the rim of my couch against the wall, along with a kitty that was left behind by a little girl several years ago at the restaurant where I worked. Kitty doesn't have a name, but they are both white, with pink ears, and although Mr. Giggles doesn't have eyes - they're closed, he is Mr. Giggles after all - I'm sure they would be blue like Kitty's if they were open. So let's call her Ms. Kitty.
So in an intense moment of yet another Sex and the City episode, grasping that light-bulb moment that the show can instill in your thoughts, something made me remember Ms. Kitty. I was sitting right on that couch, and Mr. Giggles and Ms. Kitty were just a head rotation away, and...
Well I had Mr. Giggles and Ms. Kitty gently snuggling on the rim of the couch, nose to cheek, ear to ear - that kind of thing. But somewhere in the past few weeks or maybe few months, I guess Mr. Giggles had...rotated. Anyhow, when I looked, Ms. Kitty was smelling Mr. Giggle's a**!
I said, "Mr. Giggles!!!"
And then I grabbed Ms. Kitty, or should I say Mrs. Giggles, brushed the fake fur away from her fake blue eyes and made sure that Mr. Giggles was in a decent position before I let her back.
I guess you never know when something will have a life of its own.
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