fuss: morning times redux

I had a shit-ton of books to pack this morning & Fuss was not amused.
After a period of Herculean struggle to get my attention, he gave up in disgust with the proclamation "I'm going downstairs to roust Meek!"

"Okay, you do that..." I muttered distractedly, consumed with finding an exotic needlework book.

Next thing I knew I could hear him stomping around downstairs rocking out to Sinead O'Connor's Fire on Babylon.

After a while he tromped back upstairs, Meek in tow.

"Dada, look who I rousted!" he declared proudly.

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