But what about the Cliveotis?
Once, there was a wee grey kitty named Clive. Clive loved to lounge about upon his girl’s knitting. He could bat at it, help her straighten the yarn, and make sure the points of her bamboo needles were nice and rough.
His favorite project, though, was the Clapotis. He knew it by its true name, the Cliveotis. It was a secret the two of them shared as they snuggled up together while the girl fussed about with its ends.
All was well with the cat and his Cliveotis … until it suddenly disappeared one evening. Clive looked and looked. Where could it be? Why … is that the Cliveotis, hiding behind the door?
It is, it is! Clive was so relieved to find his Cliveotis again. “What happened?! Where did you go?!” he frantically meowed.
“Don’t worry, little grey cat,” responded Cliveotis. “I am merely resting after a small bath. I will be good as new tomorrow, but I have to tell you … I think your girl would like to borrow me for a while.”
“Well,” said Clive, “I suppose that will be all right. I know that she’ll leave you out on the chair or a couch sometimes, and we can have a cozy little nap together sometimes. I’ll leave you to your drying, my friend. I seem to remember something else ‘Cozy‘ that is around here, and I better go check on it.”
And the Cliveotis smiled to itself, and settled in for a restful night of drying. She knew that Clive would be back, and that he would tell her all about the other friends he made.
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A charming post, a lovely Cliveotis! You inspire me to see mine through to completion!