round and round and round and round and rough. Oh, this is making me dizzy. Oh, oh, oh, hello, master.
You want to know what I'm doing? Well, I'm waiting for the washing machine to be
finished, of course, so I can get your scarf back. I just, you know, I, I don't know, I just
don't feel right without it anymore. Even though I'm used to being naked, I just, I don't know, I
feel so exposed without it now. It's, it's just so fluffy and warm, and it's got those little
danglies at the ends that are so fun to paw at, and it reminds me of you, and it smells like you,
and it's, whenever I'm all snuggled up in it, I get that same good feeling that I got a week
ago, and you, when you first picked me up out of the box in the street and wrapped it around me,
that feeling of being warm and safe and loved, and it just felt so good whenever I was so scared
that I might never have those things again. I just, I love the feeling of having it wrapped
around me. I can barely wait to have it wrapped around me again. How much longer is this thing
gonna take, master? Oh, it has a timer? Oh, um, let me look. Fifteen more minutes? Master, that's like, forever! And it has to go in the dryer afterwards?
I don't want to wait that long. Master, you're, you're wrapping your arms around me. You'll be
my replacement scarf? Silly master, you've, you've got it backwards. The scarf is a replacement for
you. I'd take your, I'd take your arms any day over that scarf. They're the only thing that feels
better wrapped around me, and they've still got little dingly fingers on the end for me to paw at.
Your arms make me feel even safer, the safest I've ever felt. Even more loved and warm and
comfy than that scarf. I love being in your arms, master. I never want to leave them. Not never.