Time has come...

Oh dear, you won't believe this. Apparently, time has finally come. She keeps saying things like "it's time to give something back" and "make yourselves useful for once". Now that Maggie taught her how to felt and make fuzzy things she got into the bag of clippings she has been keeping for at least a year and started arranging everything into different coloured balls of fuzz...





Then she started arranging fuzzy fibres in different directions until some familiar shape appeared...



Molly: Oh Dog, that used to be me once upon a time...




This must be some kind of cult thing...



We just hope that the only sacrifice will be our fuzz, and not skin and bones and real noses...



Inky: Not another doggie to steal my mama's heart away... I'll eat it...





But once she drowned the fellah, he looked like he's had his time anyway so, surely, no need to worry too much...



However, after a while (despite all the bashing and rolling) the thing looked like it came back to life...




Well, that's a bit too much competition... We do not approve and give him a few nips, just to make a statement...




Somebody do something, PLEEEEEASE...



Despicable...



She said this fellah will make a nice pressie for somebody special (so she snatched it away before we could dismember him) and that one day soon there'll be more of those on Etsy. She already has some cushion covers on www.etsy.com (byElfi) and wants to combine her designs with fuzzy patches. She's been threatening with more haircuts in the near future.

Help, someone call the authorities, we don't think it's safe for us here anymore...

Desperate,

INKY and MOLLY