The Mystery of The Little Pink Things

There have been strange things happening here. More specifically, there have been strange things appearing here—on the floor, mostly, but also on chairs, beds, and once, on the bathmat.

I didn't think much of it at first. One freaky little thing manifesting its weirdness in this house doesn't much impress me. But after I disposed of the first one, I found another. And another. And another. And then I lost count.

They're not very big ... they're only around the size of my pinky fingernail:



They're not very threatening, either, these small pink THINGS—for lack of a better word—but they do seem to be plentiful. The photo only shows one, but I assure you, we have seen many more than that.

In fact, after several weeks of distracted, minor annoyance at the odd infestation, I finally did manage to surmise the origin of the little pink things, and I can now say with confidence that they will cease and desist from popping up hither and yon. Oh yes, they will, for there are only twenty-four of them in total.

What I'm wondering, my dear imaginary friends, is if you can guess their origin from this clue—the one that enabled me to solve the mystery and win my Scooby snack?



If you still don't know, don't feel bad ... even with the insider information that he possessed—which is the knowledge that Santa delivered six of the preceding clues to FRISKitty, and another six to Baby Cat—Little Girl's daddy was not able to correctly identify the strange little pink things that had sprouted up all across our home's landscape.

Indeed, he had not actually noticed any of them. *sigh*

But he did condescend to help illustrate the resolution of the mystery for the benefit of anyone who has managed to read this blatheringly far:



Yes, it appears that either FRISKitty or BabyCat (or both) has a little bit of a Mike Tyson problem going on here.

I think I'm going to start sleeping with the blankets pulled over my head.