My life is ruled by The Giant Ball of Fur.
It is there when I wake in the morning.
It is there when I sleep at night.
The very air is saturated with it – I believe a fine layer coats the inside of my lungs.
Every article of clothing I own bears its traces.
On top of the dust, every piece of furniture in my home is covered with it.
The Giant Ball of Fur consumes my life.
It has even consumed the bathtub.
At 3:00 in the morning, The Giant Ball of Fur noisily swarms the bedroom, destroying the blankets and invading my face.
After vacuuming and sweeping the floors for hours, The Giant Ball of Fur reclaims its territory with a vengeance.
I express my displeasure; The Giant Ball of Fur rolls on its merry way, unaffected by the destruction in its wake.
After a rough day, The Giant Ball of Fur surges onto my lap and smothers me with affection.
There is no resistance – The Giant Ball of Fur has won.
