Set in for a sleepy afternoon in the shade when I hear my mum opening the grooming box and getting out the clippers. That’s my siesta ruined. I realise her subterfuge now: go for a run in the sun, ply me with biscuits – then POUNCE!
I’m getting used to this now and she said I had been very good, standing still and not trying to hide. How could I scarper when she had me tied up to the patio table?
There was a MASSIVE pile of hair although my coat was nowhere near its longest. She did strip my leg feathers and I suppose that accounted for quite a bit. She says it’s the slimline look for this heatwave summer we’re having.
Afterwards I got an invigorating brush – and biscuits. Now for the snoooozze…