Lost children

There are always those who are meeker than the others: who, because they don’t shriek or pull hair, don’t really get noticed.

This is mine: Dental Floss. Dear thing, named on a whim by one of my berserk children, and now going by the gentler name of Flossie.

Half-cat, half-badger, she is very seldom noticed. Except in instances like these, when a timid creep into a welcome underwear drawer brings comfort.

And is So Pretty!