boiling mad

From time to time, Fafblog loses its perky quirky tone and gets really mad about things. Yesterday they got upset about this and this, and I think you should be too.

In home news we realised that the toy Nessie and Scout were playing with last night was in fact a live mouse. We impounded the cats in the kitchen and tried to rescue it but, not knowing that we were trying to help, it ran away so we had to release the cats and let nature run its cruel but majestic course. This being, of course, why we employed them in the first place. This morning there is no sign of mouse apart from a couple of ominous blood smears on the kitchen floor. The cats are busy telling us how cuddly and lovely they are. It’s a little strange.

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