Bastet verses the Window
I was living in this house that had heaps of screen doors. (Glass windows that you slide open to get onto the veranda). Usually they are very dirty because people put their hands all over them - paw prints from cats, spiders webs, you name it.
So in my infinate wisdom (or stupidity) I decided to give the screen doors a great clean. Took me all day to do it. I scrubbed and polished (Bastet mind you was keeping an eye on the proceedings - you always need a good manager) until the windows came up like new.
The next day I was looking at my lovely clean windows when I heard *thunka thunka thunka * behind me. I watched Bastet running towards me at a rapid rate. I looked at her, I looked at what she was looking at through the window - this gorgous butterfly. Before I could catch her or stop her she lept at the butterfly through the nice clean window and ended up banging her head against the window!
I was laughing my head off - tears streaming down my eyes as poor little Bastet so scared scampered off to hide under the bed. She was like this furry pink ball. Every bit of hair stood on end. She came out a couple of hours later still furry and went tolook at the window. She had to do the inspect![]()
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