I was just making the bed (yes, at night, my BF is a grad student and I go to work early-early, so it stays rumpled most of the day, LOL!) and, of course, this means Pan has to swoop in to "help". His version of assistance is him running all over the bed as I try to straighten the sheets and making a giant mess, attacking and "rabbit kicking" the pillows as I fluff them, and hanging on with his jaws of life to the duvet as I try to throw that over everything. I believe the bed is his mortal enemy! What an imp!
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4/29/08 at 5:07pm