I am just a little bit disgusted by the hand that I am smelling. It does not smell nearly enough like me as it should. Why should I want to smell some human person when it could smell like me?
Although Momma was worried I would not like my furminator, as I am not always pleased to be brushed, I am quite liking it. I make her furminate me daily. I hate it when I miss the furmination time too. I did one night. I was so upset, I hacked up a hairball.
Anyway, it rained all afternoon here so I snoozed in front of the fire as soon as Momma had it going. No one calls me a fat cat even though I am all puffy. In fact, Momma worries that I do not weigh enough. However she says she is always watching me eat but rarely sees Cheysuli eat so she does not understand why Chey is fat and I am thin.
I think I must have a better metabolism, don’t you? Still I think it is very poor timing to have Fat Tuesday when it should be Fat Meezer Monday…