I’m not a fan. I’ve told you this before. Does my mom care? Apparently not because I’m darn near hairless again. She used the little blade on purpose this time. On top of that, I’m clean. I don’t like it, not one bit.
This was me cuddling with my raccoon this morning when everything was right in the world: pre-grooming, or as I call it, “torture”.
Mom is so obsessed with grooming that she even asked Santa for a thing called a foot spa. It is a very weird contraption and I’m not sure I like it.
Other than “beautification”, we didn’t do much today besides relax. Dad cuddled with Mya and me for a bit before I went back to my normal cuddle spot with Mom.
Oh, right after that picture was taken, Mom annihilated her toe on the couch. There was blood and she literally howled in pain. I’m glad I can’t stub my toes. Mom and Dad are always doing it and they say long chains of very bad words after.
I can hardly keep my little chocolate eyeballs (that’s what Mom calls them) open. I’m off to bed. Good night, friends!