Springtime shedding season is upon us here at the Lounge, and as usual I'm starting to sport a fine selection of Catlicks on my spine (where I can't reach).
Daddy was talking some smack about capturing me with a net and hauling me off to the vet's office where they could
gas me into submission and groom me. Mommy just about died laughing at the idea and said she couldn't wait to watch him bag me; comparisons to greased pigs were made...but...apparently Daddy expects her to assist him!
As if that's gonna help.
Because we all know it's not happening.
XX Scruffy Scouty XX