I see a blur rushing past me, it’s soft and fluffy and adorable. Once the blur slows down, I see of course, that it is my Baby, My kitty Pumpkin. She looks at me with innocent eyes, though I know by her speed to flee from somewhere, that something is up. sure enough, I see a paint brush, dropped by My Feline Queen, resting in front of my feet. My dad is a painter, and he always took excellent care of his expensive Brushes, and prided himself with having the same ones for many years. Expensive paint brushes, as you may know, are often made out of high-quality materials, Natural craveable fibers, that My kitty cannot seem to get enough of. i had Caught Wunkies(Thats Pumpkins nickname, Wunkies, and sometimes Wunks,) Fleeing My Fathers painting room, carrying her treasure off with her, A large paintbrush clutched by the bristles, dragging along with her, in her cute little mouth. When ever I see the Brush on the floor, I decide often times to let pumpkin Play for a little while, just so I can watch her and her precious self, Playing So adorably with Her Treasured Brush. My Dad, Is Probably busy looking through his coin collection anyway, and I’ll give the brush back when Pumpkin is done with it. Some Moments are irreplaceable, and seeing the amount of joy, that a silly paintbrush, can Bring a Sweet Little Person like my kitty, You Wish That the Moment would never end. Such special and Cherished Moments, with Those Who We Love.