Sabu's FurJournal

It was way too early in the morning (read: 11:30am) and some salesperson from some real estate agent knocked at my door. As I clambered over and began to open the door, dressed in.. well, clothes I would not usually go out and about in, I could not resist hunching over and intoning, as I pulled open the large wooden entrance,

"As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door"

I guess you had to be there. Or me.