The Wasp

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30 September 2014 at 23:28

I'm on the 'phone to Mrs Quilt and Thunderthighs comes avalanching downstairs and into the kitchen.

There is a kerfuffle, the sound of Fester mounting the stairs and Thunderthighs comes into the living room with a "Where's the tea towel?”  

I inform him there's a drawerful in the kitchen as he well knows.   

He exits and shortly thereafter heads upstairs.

Mrs Quilt wonders what the spillage might be.   

I comment that whatever it is there is also an airing cupboard full of towels on the first floor.

 

When I get off the 'phone, and it's all gone quiet, I wander into the kitchen and enquire of Fester what was going on that he wanted a teatowel.

"It was to catch a wasp.  Well it wasn't a wasp.  Thunderthighs said it was a wasp but it was a housefly."

 

 

As I was writing the above I heard himself stumble and curse the cat for getting under his feet in the bedroom.
Only it wasn't the cat.
It was one of my slippers:

which do not have the power of independent movement.

 

Is it any wonder I've gone grey?