Dear All. I am Roy the Pet Therapist Secret Agent Kitten assigned to socialize a patient with SFHD--severe fabric hoarding disorder. I have instituted a tough love policy with this patient where I bite her hand whenever she thinks about fabric. I attack her hands relentlessly on the computer keyboard to prevent further fabric purchases. Despite constant attempts to prevent her from wallowing in her stockpile, I must give up all hopes of returning this person to society. I have wasted almost a quarter of my life to this useless pursuit. Until I get reassigned, I will just take time out and write my memoirs.
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it is so tough being the fabric police-feline!! i could use one of you here; hugs, Julierose
Maaaahahahahahaha...... I always *wondered* what went on in their brains....
Well, Bassets just EAT the fabric..........no one wants to use it after that!
I'm awfully glad my daughter was in the room, since this was "I gotta read this out loud to somebody" funny. I hate it when I'm stuck reading things out loud to myself...
May you never be cured of SFHD! I fear you would then start up SFHD Anonymous and my family would find out about it and force me to attend.
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