[as dictated to Tanya]
I am back. I missed you. Did you miss me? Of course you did.
Mommy had to post for me while I was at the vet’s. I was not happy that she took me there. But I was not feeling very good. At all. Very, very, very bad.
I did not even complain when mommy put me in my carrier. And I always let her know when I am displeased. But I did not feel like my normal sassy self.
I had no catattitude. None.
But I have it now.
Particularly when mommy makes me wear that stupid cone. How am I supposed to clean myself when I am wearing it? I have a reputation to maintain. People expect me to look handsome.
[T] You still look very handsome even wearing the cone.
Take it off. Take it off. Take it off NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!
[T] Nope. No can do. You lick your rump when you’re not wearing it.
So what? And my butt is cold.
[T] You have a cute butt.
My butt is sexy.
Ah, yes, the Cone of Shame. 🙂
The cone of I’m going to get you later is probably more what Emeri’s thinking!