I never really got around to throwing away Otis's bedraggled, torn-apart, well-used stuffed cow because ... well, he liked the damn thing. It usually made its first appearance of the day when I went to feed him, as Otis has the habit of leaving him sitting in the empty food dish. I don't know why. It either means, "Look, even my cow is hungry!" or, "If you don't feed me soon, I eat the cow!" It could go either way.
But I think that explains what I found when I woke up today, 'cause sometimes I walk into the kitchen and instead find the cow in the matching water dish, soaking wet and looking practically black. Anyway, I get up this afternoon and groggily stumble into the bathroom, and peer into the toilet for a long minute trying to figure out what I'm looking at.
Otis threw the cow in the toilet bowl, that's what I'm looking at it.
*headsmack*
But I think that explains what I found when I woke up today, 'cause sometimes I walk into the kitchen and instead find the cow in the matching water dish, soaking wet and looking practically black. Anyway, I get up this afternoon and groggily stumble into the bathroom, and peer into the toilet for a long minute trying to figure out what I'm looking at.
Otis threw the cow in the toilet bowl, that's what I'm looking at it.
*headsmack*