We dyed the eggs. That was fun. Someone suggested eating one of the extra egg-dye tablets. Money was offered and a nibble was taken, turning a tonge deep green.
Then Ellie strolled by, all black and snowy white fur. And we had all this extra dye. There was only one thing we could do. We caught her, and stroked her into complacency. We tried dipping one snowy paw into a cup of dye. She complained and struggled. Then we took a red dye tablet and dipped it partway into a cup of dye. We rubbed the tablet along her silky fur, petting and calming her all the while. As I type this, I have a black and white tuxedo cat with a reddish streaked ruff and reddish streaked belly purring on my chest. We should dye the cat EVERY Easter.
2 comments:
is the cat a metaphor for your blog?
My dad dies the poodle various colors for different holidays.
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