March 22nd 2012 11:46 pm
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Spring is coming. The days are getting more light and warm so I have been busy shedding my warm winter coat. Mum has been helping by brushing me and she was doing that last night.
I rolled on my back so she could brush my tummy. I lay back, eyes closed, purring away, feeling the gentle strokes of the brush on my tummy, dribbling just a little bit, and mum said, "Toby - have you any idea how undignified you look? You are a relation of the majestic lion, the powerful cheetah, the mighty tiger. They would never lie there and let someone tickle their tummies."
I considered this for a moment and then decided they have the short straw. Imagine never getting a tummy rub!
Thinking about my diary yesterday my mum was quite put out at the suggestion that I love her clothes because they smell of her. She thinks she doesn't smell but that's only her puny human nose not getting it. Of course she does. I think mums smell of love and happy and cuddles which is the most beautiful scent in the world.
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Toby don't let anyone tell you including your mum that's anything wrong with a tummy rub. They're the best things in the world after food. I thought drooling when you're brushed was furt thing it must be boy thing as I do it too.
Can you please say G'day to your mum and Josie for me.