As I brushed my teeth tonight, I let Willa scamper across the counter and nose her way through the sink. When Caroline came into the bathroom, she exclaimed,
"Willa's paws are bleeding!"
I looked down and, indeed, there were footprints of blood trailing along the yellow counter top.
"Oh no, poor thing!" I cried, grabbing the rat up. A moment later we determined that Willa had simply stepped in Macy's red lip gloss and tracked it on the counter. Phew!
As I write this, Willa crawls across my shoulders and through my hair. Thankfully this tale ends free of blood and with a completely healthy rat tail.
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i still can't believe you let a rat perch on your shoulder! ... and put it on my shoulder... ugh
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