Saturday, September 1, 2012

From Here To Tulle-ternity

The tulle lives on the top left cubbie in the Great Wall 'O fabric. Or it did. But recently, it has been found in some odd places, like in the middle of the hallway and under the ironing board. Very mysterious. Until someone was surprised in the act of tulle adoration, rolling around on the floor with it in a passionate  embrace  like Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr on the beach in Hawaii.
He climbs the wall of fabric as if it were a rock climbing wall, seizing the tulle bundle in triumph, taking it away for his entertainment. It is so scratchy and tullicious, he can't stay away from it. He Must Have It.
Tulle Addiction.

It's a strange love, but Love can be Strange. Who knows what will strike someone's fancy. He could say the same about some people and their charmeuse habit.


NancyDaQ said...

Would it spoil his fun if you gave him a piece of tulle for his very own? Or is the climb a big part of the appeal?

Venus de Hilo said...

Hehe... so hard to be strict when they are so cute. I often walk into our clothes closet and hear purring coming from the top shelf.

Cosmo is always alert for opportunities to engage in a fight to the death with his sworn enemy the paper towel roll. Makes quite a mess. Tulle at least is less shreddable.