...in this HEAT. Hmm....here's a basket....maybe that will help. Especially since I love to scratch that wicker!
Readers assure me that it's a "dry heat". Uh-huh. Yep. Like that's supposed to make me feel better. (Thanks anyway. I mean that.)
But there's something about it which makes my fur clump up. It feels like someone is tying knots all over me.
People#1 keeps cutting on my fur. Every day now. But he always gives me treats afterwards. Pain, then gain. Talk about a mixed message!
Don't look too closely at my picture in the basket, especially on the top of my back. I look like crap. How am I going to attract the ladies in this get-up?
But I'm a sucker for treats. Shameless in my pursuit of them.
Speaking of pursuit....my latest mouse is gone. People#1 tells People#2 that he sees me "going for it" but missing. Thanks a lot, dude! Anyway the critter has disappeared. I hope he didn't die of fright.
