Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

One of the ... things ... about renting a cat (for as a wag once observed, you don't own a cat, you rent it from the veterinarian), especially the longer-haired breeds, though some talented shorthairs can convert this much of their food into hair as well, is folding sheets warm from the dryer and discovering clinging to them freshly manufactured toy mice, felted by the washer and dryer from your own cat's loose fur that had been clinging there as individual fibers before machine agitation and tumble drying worked their topological magic. Whether this thing is an entertainment or a major annoyance is, I suppose entirely a matter of the philosophy with which one views it, or at least one's mood at laundry-folding time.

Still flummoxed by finances; packing proceeds apace.