It’s early January; one of the most depressing weeks of the year, or something like that if you read and believe the hype, but not so in FF-land where Rochelle leads us onwards with a skip and a jump over rainbows and under waterfalls made of liquid gold. This week the photo is an intriguing one, thanks to Priya Bajpal for supplying us with the inspiration for up to 100 or so words of absolute wisdom or in my case 100 words of utter nonsense, long may it continue!
So the first time I saw this I was in the smallest room and it came to me all at once; I just needed to work out who the protagonists were to be, whose reputation was to be ruined this week…
Hope you enjoy, I can’t wait to see what spot i get this week, I think last weeks number 7 was definitely a one off, never to be repeated, maybe because I didn’t go out on New Year’s Eve I was thinking clearly.
Embezzled Extravagance ; chasing and devouring mice for the Marquis de Crabas, throughout the castle of the hoodwinked and terminated Ogre, troubled Puss when his master was jailed for tax fraud; another felony in a long line of scarcely secreted peccadillos.
He had concealed his boots in the utility room, under the sink, next to the light bulbs and travel iron, and was planning a future without his partner in crime.
A year later a naked, barefooted Puss opened the “Shell-Ter Wellness Centre” to the young, vulnerable and, he hoped, impressionable.
“How’d y’like to Fondle a Frisky Feline’s Fur-Balls?” he alliterated.
There we go, a tenuous link; a calm looking room, a table with shells in it led me to a manipulating feline quasi cult leader. And it’s 100 words on the nose!