kato age two

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Our humans returned from sanding&staining the floors high on varnish, dizzy as pigeons and deaf as biscuits. The racket from the sander gave even the most raucous, uncival, House of God last set a run for its money. As a funny joke we are mouthing "Bark" and "Woof-De-Fecking-Woof" at our humans.

In Floor news, "its light oak, so much more subtle than antique pine" "it really embraces the light, giving the illusion of space" "the natural tones will blend in with even the most contemporary of design styles". Not the blurb off the tin, this shallow crap is actually coming out of the gobs of our humans. Someone please take them a-munting. Free Inukshuk next Friday should sort em.
  • Current Mood: deaf
  • Current Music: All Our Abes Are Belong to Us