Thank you, Susan, for not killing me in the shower today.
I know that Karen is very afraid of my kind, and would've made you banish me from the house if she knew I was around. But you took pity on me; you allowed me to linger as you washed your hair, even though you watched me a little nervously before and after you washed your face.
I was just there to get a little drink of water.
You fill the sinks for the cats, but if I venture in that direction, they tease me. (and just a month ago, they ate uncle Lester.) But, the shower is perfect for me. When you're done getting clean, sometimes I just need a little sip, and I scoot right back into the walls.
Thanks for understanding.
P.S. Maybe Karen just needs to read Charlotte's Web again...
P.P.S. Maybe she should read this again too.
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