Cats rule, dogs drool!
As if there could be any question about, the human learned once again this morning that cats ARE better than dogs, if only because we can manage to groom ourselves quite well, thank you. The dogs, not so much. So, the human spent the morning soaking Big Blonde in oil and then attempting to wash it off. GretaCat and I don't even want to know what that what that was about. We thought the oil might be an indication that the human was considering roast dog for Sunday dinner. It was a bit distressing to contemplate. True, Big Blonde can be annoying, but her tail is so much fun to chase! I would miss her. Anyway, it turned out to be a false alarm. However, no sooner was the human finished with that process than she set about Smiley Dog with a scissors. She spent a couple of hours crawling around on the floor after him, chopping away at his fur. He came out of the process much smaller, but seemingly no worse for the experience (and cute, I have to admit that he is cute.)
Anyway watching all this dog grooming activity wore GretaCat out. Here she is attempting to recover, while I check out unfamiliar scents on the human's sweatshirt:
Here I am, checking out Big Blonde in the segment of her ordeal by oil during which the human decided that she should wear human clothing (now, what was that about?):
Anyway watching all this dog grooming activity wore GretaCat out. Here she is attempting to recover, while I check out unfamiliar scents on the human's sweatshirt:
Here I am, checking out Big Blonde in the segment of her ordeal by oil during which the human decided that she should wear human clothing (now, what was that about?):