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To: melinda abplanalp who wrote (30808)	7/3/1999 12:06:00 PM
From: Gauguin	Respond to of 71178

Dash. He's a person. Mostly. But that's cute. He did just as poorly at fixing the radio, and we are without custom tunes, no CD's, which is a Major Workplace Violation. They're glued to Wimbledon right now, Dash and MJ. Dash says, "I love that they call it a grass court. It's hardpan. Clay." Fui is trying to get up on the couch. She can't jump up anymore, her old little legs don't work. She was inspiringly athletic when she was young, but she's going on sixteen. So she comes over, stands up against the cushion, sets in her claws in the fabric as far up as she can reach, and then swings into it. Her back feet and body come slamming into it, as she pulls off the ground. The bottom of the couch or bed hits her right in the belly. And then she tries to get the hind feet in there to push up with, but she can't. Or she gets one set of hind claws in there. So she sits there looking up at you, with the wind practically knocked out of her, begging for a little help here. She still has an adorably cute face, and her little eyes are semiphoring you. They get flat on top, like she's really concentrating on trying to do a good job. "I want you. And I'm stuck. And I need help. And I'm old ~ don't forget that." So, you have to put down the fork you were going to stab her with. You have to give it to her. Help. And, the chess concession. Besides, she can't get out, undone, by herself. Her claws go in, okay, but they don't seem to come back out. She gets stuck to everything. Rugs, bedspreads, pantlegs. She could still be there in the afternoon. You think it's going to be easy to lean over and get her detached? With the fabric a-ttached? Intact? Or your sleeves?