One day, Bonkers was playing in the dining room, just minding her own Bonkers business, like “yeah yeah yeah meow I’m a cat meow meow gimme some tuna I like to scratch becuz I’m BONKERS!” (Who knows what really goes on in the mind of a cat named Bonkers?) Bonkers was having the time of her life in that dining room, lounging, meowing, scratching, casting condescending glances at random, and just generally being a cat. That’s when things got truly bonkers. We don’t want to go into detail, but a dining room table leaf landed on Bonkers the cat, who was instantly reincarnated as Bonkers the pancake.
Barring an inconsolable Beatrice from the room, Beatrice’s mom scraped the Bonkers pancake gently off of the floor with a spatula and somberly bade her farewell. Beatrice melted into a puddle of tears. In her journal, she wrote dark poetry that mourned the loss of her bestie and revealed her yearning to become a wolf so that she would no longer feel the pain of a broken heart.
Today, adult Beatrice heard someone say, “That is totally bonkers,” and she cried.
In other news, Princess has been looking for opportunities to incorporate the word “bonkers” into her verbiage, and this post has been most helpful.