VF? My Vibrating Flipper, formerly known as my right hand. My VF was how my MS woke up from its nap. MS stretched and tapped me on the shoulder (or in this case, my right hand) to tell me, "Hi! Remember me? I blinded you in one eye, and pressed a tuning fork to your tail bone if you dropped your chin to your chest 17 years ago? Well, let's celebrate our 17th annaversary by turning those very dextarious and capable hands into flippers! /and we'll add some vibration just for fun. Yeh!!
So, 6 years later and I'm trying to scrub the house top to bottom. Now I've lived for many years with a "throw it in the floor, first" policy because it is going to wind up in the floor eventually. Throwing it in the floor first, at least cuts out a step! (Effeciency, you see). But while I'm trying to clean off table tops . . . I can at least blame my cat for the results of that task. Now, it wasn't Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzzybutt's fault for everything I picked up ending up in the floor. He is a very, very sweet cat (his face is in that circle next to my name). He's spnding most of his time deeply asleep. Besides, if he had attemped to get some toilet paper, his paw would NOT have been caressing the roll like my flipper's been doing. Toilet paper is his mortal enemy. He would've slaughtered it in self-defense!
But it is so frustrating when I'm trying to grab the cloth to wipe down the table or counter top, and I'm just watching that flipper just sort of pet that cloth instead!π