Beware the Weaverdivots!

“SONOFA!” Wopplebuff spat as he lay face down in a weaverdivot.

Luckily, the depression he fell into was left by a relocated endtable. It wasn’t deep. He could climb out, unlike the previous day when the humans moved their new sofa.

Then he had to be rescued by his clan. They tied themselves in a chain and lowered themselves into the crater to lift him out. It was a dangerous mission, but it had to be done. Wopplebuff was their leader, afterall.

Wopplebuff, the oldest, but certainly not wisest woolencock in the Woolenfluff clan had lived in the carpeted fibers of the living room for weeks. Nobody could believe he lasted so long. Woolenfluffs typically have a very short lifespan. Wopplebuff had been stepped on, run over, carried away on the fur of the cat’s ass, and fallen multiple times into weaverdivots.

He twice was sucked up into the vacuum. Yet he was still there, which irritated Bitchelbuff, the senior of the woolenhens. Bitchelbuff had been groomed to become the first woolenhen leader of the Woolenfluff clan. She just had to wait for Wopplebuff’s time to pass.

She was millimetres away when she noticed the humans moving the sofa yet again. Wopplebuff was directly in the path of the legs. Nobody heard the scream as the sofa came down upon him. Nobody but Bitchelbuff.

“Good riddance, you old cock” she sneered before preparing to inform the clan of the, uh, tragic news.