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Hello. Welcome to Grandpa's Storytime. I'm Grandpa Larry, and I'm going to bring you stories about different things, exciting things, and interesting things. Stories about petties, squirrels, adventures in space, and adventures on Earth. If you like what I have to offer, then become a patron. Get regular updates and special offers, and help me keep this podcast going. Today, my first podcast in the series is about a mysterious kitten who searches the entire house for something he lost, destroying everything along the way. The kitten who lost his fur. A mysterious kitten searches the house for his fur, creating chaos and mess as he goes. Once upon a time, not very long ago, there was a black and white kitten named Gizmo. He looked like he was dressed up in an evening suit called a tuxedo to go to a very important party. He lived with Granny and Grandpa. It was very early one morning when everybody else in the house was fast asleep. Gizmo woke up all warm and snuggly on Grandpa's favorite armchair. He opened his eyes, blinked at the sunbeam creeping its way over the windowsill, and felt very content. But something was wrong. It was too quiet. He had lost his fur. It was always there wherever he woke up. Always he dozed in a warm pool of sunlight, but this morning, it was nowhere. He took a deep breath to try again, but only let out a squeak that sounded more like a mouse than a kitten. And he jumped at his own noise. He decided to go searching through the house for his fur, so he started in the dining room. On top of the dining table, where he loved to lie, even when Granny and Grandpa had guests for dinner. But it wasn't there. And then he looked in the laundry basket, where he loved to snuggle in the nice, warm, dry clothes that had just come off the washing line. But though he did a very good search right to the bottom of the basket, it wasn't there. Maybe, he thought to himself, it was in the basket of thread and cotton reels up on Granny's work table. He dug around and threw every button of his cotton reels, all the pins and needles onto the floor. But his fur wasn't hiding there either. He carried on searching through Granny's sewing room, where she had lots and lots of lovely, colourful fabrics and balls of wool, under which he loved to hide and cover himself. He looked and searched and pulled and pushed everything onto the floor to make sure, but the fur wasn't there. Now he went from room to room, all tangled in strands of wool and cotton thread trailing behind him. This missing fur is very strange, Gizmo thought. Perhaps it was under the covers that Granny's grandpa threw over the furniture to stop his hair sticking to the lovely new lounge suite they'd just bought. He clawed his way under the sheets and scuttled about, scratching into all the cushions to see if his fur was there. But this wasn't. Maybe it's in the cardboard box under the kitchen table. He jumped in head first and scratched at the bottom of the box until all that was left was a broken box with cardboard bits all over the floor. Nope, it certainly wasn't there. Aha! What if it was hiding in the big jar of pretty marbles on the mantelpiece? Nope. And he couldn't even find it when he searched through all the marbles and broken glass scattered all over. Oh, I know, I know, he thought. Of course, it's in the flower boxes on the balcony. The new flowers that Grandpa brought in yesterday, of course, they're new. So that's where my fur has gone. But even when he thoroughly investigated the flower boxes and checked through the soil and given each bloom a good shake, he still couldn't find his fur. By now, Gizmo was really sad. Where had his fur gone? He decided that he needed help. So he sat outside the bedroom door where Granny and Grandpa slept and started to meow. The same high-pitched, squeaky meow he let out. Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow. Eventually, Grandpa, with his eyes still half-closed, opened the door and let Gizmo into the bedroom. Oh! It was a rule at the house that kitties were not allowed to sleep in the bedroom at night. Only on weekend afternoons and in the early morning for a cuddle. So Gizmo jumped up on the bed, cuddled up, and started floating off to sleep again. That nice, fuzzy, grousey, not-quite-fully-asleep sleep. And he drifted off to the sound of a hundred bumblebees buzzing around his head. Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz I'd like to thank everybody for listening to this first broadcast. I hope you'll continue to support the show in the future and will hopefully consider signing up as a patron on Patreon. Leave me a rating on wherever it is that you listen to the show. If you wish to communicate with me, send me suggestions for future stories, or make any comments, please use LarryBTrain at gmail.com. That's L-A-R-R-Y-B-T-R-A-I-N, one word, at gmail.com. Thank you, and goodbye till next time.