Back to the Fluffy and Fluffernutter saga this week with two more stories. Enjoy.
Preparing for Guests
“Fluffy likes cranberry sauce?” Frankie looked at me with wide eyes.
“I think so. At least his little paws and mouth were covered in the sticky stuff and the sample bowl I had in the kitchen was turned over.”
“That’s so cool. Fluffernutter likes stuffing.” Frankie grinned.
Uh oh. Something was going on in his head. That was never good.
“You know what that means don’t you?”
I was almost afraid to ask. “What?”
“Two more places at the table for the holidays!”
Well, that didn’t sound too bad. Then I looked at Fluffy. I swear that guinea pig smiled.
Lying in the hospital bed, I stared at the ceiling. I didn’t blame the docs in emergency for ordering a psych evaluation. Between Frankie’s rambling and the truth, we must’ve seemed crazy.
I can’t imagine too many people come in after being attacked by a cat.
I sighed. Twenty seven slashes and ten bite marks; Frankie was even worse. They ran through two stim healers fixing us up.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know how the super charged catnip got in Fluffernutter’s gravy. The poor thing went berserk.”
Oh, I knew.
Fluffy, Fluffy, what am I going to do with you?