MA gave me a spomment to use as a prompt. Boy, those spomments are sure crazy! Amidala says I should explain that a spomment is a spam comment. MA has a really really good spam filter called CommentLuv Premium and an associated one called Anti-Backlinker, so almost none of the crazy things end up where visitors can see them. I kind of think that’s too bad, because some of them make us laugh so hard!
Anyway, here’s my story for the last Caturday in May.
by Munchkin Allen
Once there was a very handsome orange cat named Bunchkin. He had grown very rich as a model for cat food, for which he earned lots of monies and all the Grain Free Turkey And Giblets wet food he could eat.
He took some of his monies and bought a house for himself, his human, and his poor little sister, Bamidala. There were special handles on the doors so Bunchkin and Bamadala could open and close them without rowring for their human to do it for them, and steps up to every windowsill, counter, and table.
Bunchkin was a very clean cat, and loved to have what his human called a baff. One day, he hired a special human called a hairdresser to bathe him and make his fur look just the way he liked it.
“Why can’t I give you a baff, the way I always have?” His human wasn’t usually a whiner, but humans like a lot of attention, and can be very vocal if they don’t get it.
“You’re a good baffer,” Bunchkin assured her, “but a famous cat like me needs a professional.”
“I suppose you’re right,” said Bunchkin’s human, and went off to pout.
When the hairdresser got to Bunchkin’s mansion, Bunchkin was already soaking in the whirlpool tub. The hairdresser came into the baffroom pulling a suitcase on wheels. She unpacked the suitcase, taking out bottles, brushes, pressurized sprays, curling irons, retorts, bunsen burners, petrie dishes, flasks, chemicals, and test tubes.
“What’s all that?” Bunchkin scrooched to the far side of the tub.
“All the most modern science,” said the hairdresser. “I’ll do one side first and we’ll see how it looks. If it looks all right, we’ll do the other side.” She took out a thick manual and what looked like a machine gun on a tripod.
“It’s a lasar. For drying. I think. Maybe for curling. Or shortening. I have the manual right here.”
“MA!” Bunchkin let out a yell louder than any of Bamidala’s pet me yowls. “MA! Help! Help!”
Bunchkin’s human ran in. She took one look at the hairdresser’s gear and sent her packing.
She pulled a shivering Bunchkin out of the tub, wrapped him in a fluffy towel, and cuddled him until he was warm and dry and calm.
She said, “I think it’s sweet for a big star like you to take a simple, regular baff, just like an ordinary cat.”
Bunchkin licked a paw and said, “I don’t want to lose touch with my fans.”
“Of course not. You’re absolutely right.”
“That,” said Bunchkin, “calls for a snack. Let’s eat.”
And they did.
A PROMPT FROM THE SPOMMENT FILE: Think about amenities like a full kitchen with blender and microwave, extra bedroom, handicap accessibility or even want amenities like whirlpool tub or a deck. Wella hair care products take the value of the most modern science and combine it with your hairdresser’s proficiency. There are a couple sides to this topic, so let’s take a look at this for a minute.