When Cashmere is done with nature he lets me know in no uncertain terms. Then I zip him up in his chest pack and we go for a walk. He loves that.
What a cat❣️😻❣️
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It’s cold out there.
It’s a good day for a nap. 😴 🥰😴
Yours Trulys,
Freckles
Each year on Christmas morning one or two of my dogs transform themselves into elves. This year it was Cash’s and PattyCakes’ turn to help Santa. They put on their red outfits and skip through the streets and the yards and quietly leave small gifts at the neighbors’ door steps. It was raining this morning but they didn’t care. It was all in good cheer.
Cash, contrary to his royal status and as head elf, both of which dictate good manners, was very badly mannered indeed. He left an extra gift 💩 in two of the well kept yards, which the slave elf (me) had to go back to and pick up. PattyCakes who does not often want to be seen with this proletariat, hung back in disgust in her pretty little Xmas dress. She did not wish to be splattered by his shake-offs. 🙄
Needless to say, Cash had a ball. PattyCakes was glad to get back home to her bed in the window. With a sigh of relief she turns over leash to another elf fool and settles down to watch the birds fly by and eat their Xmas meal. Seeds, that is.
Now the elves’ job is done for another year and they are snuggled in their beds and under the blankets watching the rain come down instead of the snow. No we did NOT get a white Christmas. ⛄️🤷♀️
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