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fandomtownies2007-04-14 06:55 pm
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Fandom Post Office: Saturday [14-04]
Moist warily opened the Post Office, peering into the corners and idly toeing mail sacks. "Gladys?" he finally asked. "Where's the cat?"
"Not Tiddles Is Under The Sorting Engine. She Likes It There. It Is Warm."
"Typical cat, sleep in the stupidest poss-- what?" He blinked several times. "Not Tiddles?"
"That Is What You Wrote On Your Note. The Cat's Name Is Not Tiddles."
Moist facepalmed. "Of all the..." This was what had happened up in Lancre, wasn't it? King's daughter ended up being called Note Spelling or something equally daft. "That's not what I meant."
"Nevertheless It Is Her Name." Gladys looked stonily at him - not that she ever looked anything but stony, but this was different - and added, "She Knows It Is Her Name. You Can Not Change It."
He threw up his hands. "Yes, yes, fine. The cat's name is Not Tiddles. That's even stupider than the original," he muttered and went to hang up the seemingly endless train of zippered opaque garment bags that had slithered out of the sorting engine.
"Not Tiddles Is Under The Sorting Engine. She Likes It There. It Is Warm."
"Typical cat, sleep in the stupidest poss-- what?" He blinked several times. "Not Tiddles?"
"That Is What You Wrote On Your Note. The Cat's Name Is Not Tiddles."
Moist facepalmed. "Of all the..." This was what had happened up in Lancre, wasn't it? King's daughter ended up being called Note Spelling or something equally daft. "That's not what I meant."
"Nevertheless It Is Her Name." Gladys looked stonily at him - not that she ever looked anything but stony, but this was different - and added, "She Knows It Is Her Name. You Can Not Change It."
He threw up his hands. "Yes, yes, fine. The cat's name is Not Tiddles. That's even stupider than the original," he muttered and went to hang up the seemingly endless train of zippered opaque garment bags that had slithered out of the sorting engine.