Turns out she's evil. Somewhere in there is a tiny tungsten coil of unknowable weirdness.→[More:]
Why was she purring and patting my eyes?
Turns out they're delicious. And so much fun to stab with a big fat furry paw.
At midnight somethign happens to little miss sweet smart and innocent, and Miss Beatrix turns into Killer Bees, the spring legged spastic made out of elastic.
And just when you think it's safe, there she is rising to a hindlegged stand on the clock radio like some possessed shaman or a tiny kodiak bear or charlie chaplin, her thumbs all splayed out, sniffing the light bulb.
Yep, she's a freak. An adorable little freak