SS came home early yesterday. Steamed chicken was on our menu and I had lots. Yummy, yummy, good for my tummy! After that we had a good brush and settled down for a quiet purring time together - she did the brushing and I did the purring on her lap. A wonderful, peaceful evening, snoozzzzzzzzzz!
Wednesday, 22 August 2007
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That sounds really nice, Momo. I remember when I liked being brushed. After a good brush, I didn't even mind rolling onto my back and falling asleep while me paws were trimmed and my claws were clipped. For some reason I don't like brushing so much anymore. In fact, I think I quite dread it, and cannot hold still and stand in one spot as the brush moves over my fur. I just don't like it anymore.
I don't actually like it as such but there is usually some reward or another if I keep still throughout the process. Besides, my fur gets terribly knotted otherwise and I hate the trimming/cutting process more. The sort of things we long-haired species have to go through just to look cute or, at least, presentable!
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