Play Ball!
by carolynholm
Dear Puffin,
What was all that noise last night?
Love, Carolyn
Madame,
As usual vous rudely bring up the petit unpleasantness.
Regards,
M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
Petit? Hardly. You make such a big production about a simple hairball.
Love, Carolyn
Dear Madame,
Then you do know what the noise was about, and yet toujours you pester me with the unpleasant questions.
Regards,
M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
It was a rhetorical question. I just wish you would find a nice cleanable surface to upchuck on and be done with it. All this drama – the convulsing stagger, the rude noises – it always ends up the same way, with a disgusting mess on a lovely rug.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
Vous etes wrong, as usual. It was not a hairball. It was autre chose. It was le fuzz from le petit yellow ball.
Regards,
M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
You ate the ball?!!!!
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
Main non, I vanquished the ball, captured it, ripped it savagely with my powerful hind claws, and shredded the fuzz off with my dagger-sharp fangs.
Regards,
M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
And to think I missed all that.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
And then, malheureusement, I swallowed the fuzz.
Regards,
M. Le Poufin
Dear Puffin,
You ate the ball.
Love, Carolyn
Cher Madame,
It was une accident.
Regards,
M. Le Poufin
