Fandom Post Office: Saturday [23.06]
"Cat, I am warning you..."
Not Tiddles gave him the look, the one known to all cat owners, and by those who'd just had the little buggers move in, and continued turning the account books into confetti.
Moist reached a tentative hand out to grab the...sweet little creature and snatched it back when she swiped at him. He knew when he was beaten. "Gladys, deal with this, will you? Get the thing off my desk."
"Yes Mr Von Lipwig." Gladys lifted cat, account books, confetti and all off the desk.
And deposited them in his chair.
"Not quite what I had in mind, but it'll do," he muttered, suspecting Gladys might just be taking the mickey, and wheeled the chair into the back room. If it happened to be just a little bit too close to the Sorting Engine, well, it wasn't his fault if she decided to jump in.
The Post Office was open.
Not Tiddles gave him the look, the one known to all cat owners, and by those who'd just had the little buggers move in, and continued turning the account books into confetti.
Moist reached a tentative hand out to grab the...sweet little creature and snatched it back when she swiped at him. He knew when he was beaten. "Gladys, deal with this, will you? Get the thing off my desk."
"Yes Mr Von Lipwig." Gladys lifted cat, account books, confetti and all off the desk.
And deposited them in his chair.
"Not quite what I had in mind, but it'll do," he muttered, suspecting Gladys might just be taking the mickey, and wheeled the chair into the back room. If it happened to be just a little bit too close to the Sorting Engine, well, it wasn't his fault if she decided to jump in.
The Post Office was open.