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She loved her tentacles, truly she did. And most of the time she liked them too. But sometimes... Well, she'd never tell them except in jest, but sometimes? They just got in the way.

Every now and then she'd have a lady companion over who was just dead set on refusing to let the tentacles play. The tentacles never agreed, and there were all sorts of pesky charges flying about--always dropped, but still a pain.

They got in the way during baking and cooking. Always tripping a foot or leg. Always sneaking into batter and sauce. And they never remembered to shut the refrigerator door.

And god forbid she should ever want any other pets. Cats had their fur pulled out in clumps; dogs' chew toys and bones disappeared, never to be seen again; and parrots and cockatoos always decided that the tentacles were vines in a jungle and moved in, staying around but always ignoring her in favor of the tentacles, except perhaps at meal time.

Still... They were typically pleasant company. And at times like these... Bedtime with Japanese schoolgirl twins over to visit... Well. Tentacles were even better friends than diamonds.

~Shad-Chan