One fine morning I fetched the toothbrush and paste. My mind was a thousand million miles from this mundane action, thinking about who knows what. I didn’t notice anything unusual.
I spread the toothpaste over the brush, ruminating about something or another. Then I paused.
Something didn’t look quite right with the paste.
Why does it have a blue fleck of something in it?
The brush is a bit weird too.
Hmm.
Oh shit!
It’s the cat’s toothpaste and brush!
I think I should go back to having caffeine in the mornings.