She burst in about half an hour ago, covered in white paint and with her face all pink and shiny. It wasn't attractive. She said she had an accident on a bus with a pot of paint. She changed her outfit, and I had a little sit down on her lap. After a few minutes, I was just settling down to snooze when I cleared my throat and she started that ridiculous singing again:
You're a little purr-ball
You've got a fur ball
The sound was so unpleasant I told her to get in the kitchen and get me something to eat. She's easily distracted, and didn't get on to the chorus. Thank goodness.
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