Spring, for Fred the Cat
Yesterday Pop asked you guys what Spring means to you. Today I’m going to tell you what it means to me.
Spring means I’m going to do my yearly thing and shed a ton of fur. I’ll shed it on the screened in patio. I’ll shed it in the house. I’ll be a shedding machine.
I know what you’re thinking, why doesn’t Pop just brush me and brush out all the old winter fur? Here’s why. If she even gets near me with a brush I’ll make her hands look like they were in a blender set to puree. Nope, I don’t like a brush and I’ve made that known on more than one occasion. In this house, cat plus brush equals Band-Aids.
You could probably make a total body wig for three cats with the fur I’m about to shed, but I’ll do that shedding on my terms. I don’t need no stinkin’ brush.
Have a great Easter weekend and don’t eat too many chocolate bunnies.
Fred the Cat (the cat who loves you guys)