part 321.3 of a novel: Blurry Day Yeah 714.2

Blurry things are in the house. I want to be a kitten. We have a dog. It cut its ears on the toilet. We went and gave it the Heimlich, but didn’t know what we were doing and that’s when our dog turned into a kitten. We like to call its head a puppy and its body a haircut. I don’t know why we don’t just get a new dog because it is a little strange telling people that we have a dog when it is obviously a kitten, but I think people accept it and understand where we’re coming from.

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