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The lovely passerine gifted Chooch with a cute little fedora-ish hat. When he was a much younger baby and mired down with head-related apathy, we'd squash hats of all shapes and sizes on his big dome. But then something happened one day, he decided to take a stance I guess, and the hat-wearing days ended. For some reason though, he's really taken to this new hat and he'll stamp his feet like there are grapes underfoot and scream and whine until we retrieve the hat and let him smash it down on his head.
Naturally, he's transferred his filth from his paws onto the hat, so that makes me gag on my OCD. I'll just have to make sure to wash it before the Queen comes for tea.
EDIT: Yes! I just got him to say "Jesus"!
Naturally, he's transferred his filth from his paws onto the hat, so that makes me gag on my OCD. I'll just have to make sure to wash it before the Queen comes for tea.
EDIT: Yes! I just got him to say "Jesus"!