I am finally appeased. I have been ghosting mom for the past two days. She hasn't been here a lot during daytime hours and so I have not had my combing or my brushies as I should. She's been busy with two of my brovvers though that is over now..and going places and also running errands and gone galloping on the treadmill. So I have been following her around and being a door stop in thresholds all over the house. She had to iron 8 shirts and that took awhile too. That done, I know she wanted to sit down with her Dr. Pepper. But no. She got my blankie and brushies and combs and slicker and her other grooming tools and man, she scraped out a HUGE handful of furs. Biggest ever. She deserved that huge awful horking I delivered while the oat meal was cooking. Gave her three horks yesterday. Like...get a clue mom.
|Friend of mine...employed as a tailor. His own workspace.|
|Tired of being unbrushed!|
|Mom, I know where you sleep. Look out if you don't go get my comb out.|