Our dreadlock queen with hair so long and thick she likes sharing a gack of it on the carpet quite regularly is finishing with her deluxe spa treatment. Looking at her, bright and shiny with her head and paws coiffed to Paris Hilton finery, Caroline and I laugh out loud, hearing Murphy meow: “I am puss in boots.”
I’m glad we’re seeing the kitty here, and not at the happybbumblebee.com 🙂
But Mike, that would not do, I’m a vegetarian! Besides, she came back from the groomer with a cold and gave it to me. I think I’m getting kitty flu!
Murphy looks so sad. I spose he traded a cold for such awesome treatment at the kitty spa. I laughed too, but from Murphy’s point of view it’s probly cooler and easier to get ready in the mornings!