April 13th 2014 8:32 pm
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Today the Un-Neutered One and my Angel took Gabby into the bathroom with them. They closed the door and I could hear (HEAR !) the sound of the Furminator being used to brush over her.
I could hear the UNO talking softly and sweetly to her, I could hear her plaintive cries to be left wild-furred.
I pawed under the door. I was ignored. I tried to break the door down. THERE. Was. A. Brushing. Going. On. And. *I*. Was. Missing. It.
Sturdy door, didn't budge under my manly, muscled attempts to breach it.
Gabby was eventually released. (and ran for my "undisclosed location")
... but did I get brushed? No! (and I've never met a brush that I didn't like)
... and so I've failed. I couldn't protect Gabby from the "brush" ! I couldn't take the brush unto my own self. !
No wonder a three-,legged tri-colour-of-doom has usurped ALL of my *authority*
I'm an old man who should probably just lie down and submit my paws for a "manicure"
(which at least has the word "man" in it - right?)
sn??? errrrrrrrrrrr, is it possible that... i mean... are you aware...
better don't let the boss catch you! (although i have no doubts that she will comb your hair!!!)
How terrible that you missed all the Furminatin' Fun!
Hope you gets your furminatins done today!
Maybe wasn't your turn yet. We has to wait our turns. Sometimes it's not easy to do.
Those humans sure are persnickety. If you leave enough hair on them the Furminating will come.