Ginger won't give me back my Blooming Nine Patch.
Rembrandt won't stay out of my sewing drawer. No wonder I've been finding thimbles all over the house.
Rembrandt won't stop playing with the stash.
Two hands reach out to grab one innocent 100% cotton victim:
The predator pulls the victim to the precipice:
Will you look at that snaky arm?
And she watches them fall...
Dead on the carpet.