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I don't know who puts on a better show around here, Patty or the cats. This morning as she was getting dressed for school (Patty, not Sasha) she remembered she had left her knee-highs on the couch the night before. So she picked up a fringed Mexican shawl from the bedpost, threw it around her naked body, and went to get them.
Now Patty is pretty modest. She doesn't give many free shows, and since the blinds in the front room were open to the street, she covered up pretty well for a quick dash.
I was in my office on the puter when I heard her yelp, then squawk, then start screeching at Willoughby. Seems he was fascinated by the tassels on the shawl, and when she walked by, he snagged it. The shawl fell over him, and between the sudden darkness and Patty's cries of outrage, it scared the bejeebers out of him.
I looked up just in time to see that shawl race across the floor with a totally naked Patty in hot pursuit. She probably wouldn't have caught him before he ran under the bed with it, but he thumped the bedpost pretty solid. Good thing he hit his head, he might have gotten hurt. 
G-d, I love getting up in the morning around here.
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