It’s me, Mochy! I have been having so much fun here with my new family, but I have a feeling that something not so fun is about to happen. How do I know? My sixth sense? Maybe. How about this for a hint:
Tonight, my Mom came home with a BIG plastic bag with writing on it. I cannot read so I cannot tell you where it came from, but when she opened it up, out came:
Now what the heck are these? It’s not cold enough for mittens. Okay…the next thing that came out was this:
Holy mackerel, what’s going on here? And what the heck is this thing with the paw prints on it? It’s soft, I know that. Maybe it’s a new cozy blanket for me to roll up in. It feels good.
And the Q-tips are OK. I like to play with them.
But it could be a ploy….I am suspicious.
I have been hearing rumors of a B-A-T-H but I think Mom is too scared to try and wrassle with me. She is hoping that by getting me all these bee-yoo-tifully packaged products I will forget how much fun it is to roll around in the muck with my new furry friends and opt instead for a ladylike experience at the bee-yoo-ty parlor. AKA the tub. I don’t think so. I am enjoying my freedom much too much.
Wish me luck.