I was napping quietly in the big bed when I heard the roar of the Evil Dyson vacuum. I was ready to make a break for the closet when I heard the horrifying tinkle of a small bell. My first thought was for my beloved, My Mousey, but I could see him safely at the mouth of the closet door.
I heard Mom yell out a curse word. I had visions of the Evil Dyson having caught Mom by the nightie as it drew her in to it's gaping mouth (it's happened). I ran to save Mom, despite the danger to me. I rounded the corner just as Mom managed to quiet the Evil Dyson into submission.
Suddenly I saw the tail of my beloved feather toy hanging from its jaw. Mom tried her best to feather from the jaws of the Dyson, but ::sobs:: it was too late. It was ripped right from its swing pole. It lay there like two slugs. I couldn't even rouse it with my paw.
Please join me in a moment of silence.
In happier times.
Feather the Second - 2009-2010
::sniff, sniff:: goodbye dear feather.ReplyDelete
RIP, poor feather!
Sorry to hear about your loss.ReplyDelete
Sincere condolences on the loss of your beloved feather. What a terrible way to go.ReplyDelete
I know it's too soon to think about it, but perhaps getting another feather might ease your pain.
Oh, how sad. Maybe Feather the Third will make you happy again, and live a good long life.ReplyDelete
We think after a proper mourning period, it will be time for Feather the Third; we're very sorry for your loss, Fin...xo...Calle, Halle, SukkiReplyDelete
Oh, that is horrible! Those Dyson things should be taken off the market. They are dangerous. At the very least, they need to be tightly regulated, and all operators made to pass a rigorous test and be licensed to use them.ReplyDelete
Oh, fev-ver! Taken from us too soon!ReplyDelete
We are very sorry for your loss, Fin.ReplyDelete
Oh no, that evil monster!ReplyDelete
Oh noes!!!! Fin, we are so sorry.ReplyDelete
Oh noes! We are so sorry to hear this tragic news!
That is indeed a tragedy. May fevver rest in peace, and may Mom buy you a new one very soon.ReplyDelete
Oh how awful!ReplyDelete
We've written yoo a speshull poem to mark this sad occashun:
Sumtimes tragedies happen
wotever the wevver
When the Dyson monster
sucks up a fevver.
The mom was only half awake
and didn't see the monster take
Finnie's most favourite toy
Oh boy oh boy!
Oh, no, how sad! We agree...A proper period of mourning, then perhaps another feather?ReplyDelete
What a tragedy! I'm so sorry, Fin.ReplyDelete
Aww, Fin. What a sad thing to wake up to. "The Boys" and I are so sorry for the demise of your Beloved feather toy.ReplyDelete
What an upset for you Fin - will your Mum ever be able to console you. Time is a great healer - when is your Mum going to go and get your Third Feather.ReplyDelete
Oh Fin...we are sorry for your loss. But we also think it was very brave of you to try to save Feather even if it meant getting close to the Evil Dyson. We would never get close to our Dyson...feather toy getting sucked into it or not....ReplyDelete
oh no... not another favorite toy lost to the evil vacuum. i hope they punish the vacuum and get you an even better feather!ReplyDelete
That is so sad ...ReplyDelete
I am sorry for your loss!ReplyDelete
Oh Fin we are so sorry about the demise of you favorite toy. But we sure are glad that Dyson didn't eat your Mom. Good girl for trying to save your Mommy. We are having a moment of silence here for the Feather the second. That is our favorite toy too. Hope the day gets better for you Fin.ReplyDelete
This is a tragedy. We thought it was traumatic to have the Evil Dyson at our house eat the occasional mousie...but the FEATHER toy? *deep breath* Too sad.ReplyDelete
Mommy wants to know if some hot glue and thread might help fix up Feather the Second.
xx Lounge Kats
Oh noes...I worry about the evil Dyson here doing the same thing to something I love... the horror of it is just too much to think about...ReplyDelete
That's so sad....we've got leaky eyes just imagining the horror of it.ReplyDelete
Sniffie and the Florida Furkids
pee ess - our word verification is catalick!
DAMN YOU, Mr. Dyson!!!!!!! DAMN YOU!ReplyDelete
That Dyson is furry Ballsie to do dat to your fevver! We will light a candle for your beloved fevver.ReplyDelete
Oh no! Poor feather! That hapenned to my caterpillar the other day. Mum heard a flump and it was gone. She looked into the vacuum's tummy and saw it and was able to rescue it.ReplyDelete
I would be very upset about this turn of events.ReplyDelete
oh dear! such a tragic end!ReplyDelete
Thoughts are with you!
Oh my, how awful. We'll purr for it.ReplyDelete
Oh Fin, your poor feather. This is just terrible. But how brave you were to try and save your Mom from the vacuum monster before it ate her too!ReplyDelete
That Dyson is pure evil. It should be locked up for at least a month. Poor feather.ReplyDelete
I'm so very sorry for your loss, Fin! You must be devastated. I know your beloved fevver can never truly be replaced, but perhaps your mom would buy you another one. You'll come to love it, too, eventually.ReplyDelete
Please let us know about any funeral plans. We'd like to come and pay our respects to your beloved fevver.ReplyDelete
R.I.P Feather the Second.ReplyDelete
So many feathers' lives cut short.
... could it be because we love you so?
... or love to chew you so?
(I eat feathers)
Time to introdue Fevver 3!ReplyDelete
Aw Fin! We have just read this news!ReplyDelete
We're sorry to hear about the feather...
Purrs, Keiko Kenji & Pricilla