Whenever I whip the vacuum cleaner out,
Slash and Bronzy will run for cover.
Today they chose safety in numbers inside the carrier.
Slash: Don't worry, Bron. We'll be safe in here.
Bronzy: But, Slash, I think it's coming closer.
Slash: HOLY WHISKERS! You're right!
Slash: Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I'll confront my worst fear and make a run for it.
*scrambles madly back into the carrier*
Slash: YOWZA! This damn thing is just too scary!
~5-Cat Style