Michelle's been hanging around with our eight ferrets far too long.
 
I had made a wonderful dinner two nights ago.  As she was eating, I kept
hearing "Mmmm"s coming out of her mouth, as the food went in.  (For those
who are curious, it was pork loin stuffed with cornbread and dried fruit
stuffing, pot roasted in apple juice--recipe on demand through private
email.)
 
Afterwards, I was basking in the glory of a meal well enjoyed by all of
us.  I asked Michelle how she liked the recipe.  She got up, and came over
to sit next to me on the futon.  She said "I'm sorry, I HAVE to do this."
She then proceeded to rub her chin across my T-shirt on my shoulder--just
like a ferret rubs its chin on the rug after a particularly tasty treat or
meal.
 
What's scary is how well she did the imitation.  I could have sworn that
she'd started to grow whiskers....
 
 ;-)
 
Melodyt and the elven eight
[Posted in FML issue 3693]