Quick Numfar story

[fenchurch]

No photo to go with this one, but it was too funny not to share. So, every morning, Numfar brings Mr. Mouse out through the kitchen to where we have the desks and drops him on the floor at my feet or behind me (singing the muffled song of her people the entire way). This morning, I heard her muffled "singing" and called out "Are you bringing Mr. Mouse?" And then heard something a bit unusual. Instead of a cushy, Beanie Baby noise I usually hear when she drops Mr. Mouse, there was this rather solid *plop*.

I turned around, just in time to see Numfar backing away from the small bowl filled with the egg I'd set down on the floor for the cats this morning (the yolk had broken and I didn't want scrambled), only now the bowl was also filled with Mr. Mouse. *headdesk*

I got him washed off and I don't think any of the egg sank into his "fur" but really, Numfar? And the whole time, she was looking at me like I'd lost my mind and was being extra cruel by depriving Mr. Mouse of his treat or something.

Crossposted from my Livejournal.