After I ate my breakfast, she took advantage of the fact that I like to lay down and snuggle up for a good long nap after big meal.
Well, she had to vacuum the floor because I'm molting (actually Trot and I are both molting like a fuzzy baby bird. It must be the weather.) She came closer and closer with the vacuum. And normally, I try to avoid all things noisy, but my big, full tummy was weighing me down. This time I wasn't moving. Plus, she uses that noisy thing so much, I'm actually getting pretty used to it.
But that could prove to be a big problem for me now: she decided to take out the furbrush and started to brush me WHILE using the vacuum to pick up the hair. It sucked my hair right out. She's laughing and laughing and laughing and thinking she's so cute. Now she thinks she's found such a great idea. But it didn't stop there.
She started to brush Trot too. Well let me tell you, we are not very happy. The two of us look pretty goofy just sitting there while she hoovers us.
Oh well. I'll pay her back when she comes to cuddle on the sofa...her nose really wrinkles when she smells the silent visitors at my back door. I always get the couch back to myself. WOL.
Ok, back to laying like a rug.
Woof!
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