Oh the horrors!
My friends you will not believe.
Mom got a whiff and grabbed
me right up and took me
into the smallest room of
the house to do unspeakable things
to me.
I needed a trim of my floofiest feathers.
Yes, there was "stuff" intertwined
in my gorgeous girly floof.
I was not a happy girl at all
with the removal of my fluff.
But Mom groomed me and washed me
down and I was all back to normal!
And I smelled nice again!
Oops...that happens sometimes...but smelling nice is WAY better:)
ReplyDeleteUgh! I've had a butt bath before - I think that is the technical term for it.
ReplyDeleteYou must feel better all nicely trimmed and bathed though, Annabelle.
ReplyDeleteAnnabelle, I think most of us have had that treatment one time or another :/
ReplyDeletePurrs, Julie
annabelle; that is like the worst of the worst and I daresay to make up for the horror of it all we should go shopping so grab a handbag or ten and I will meet you at the airport around oh nine hundred as they say and we will jet over to Paris and shop with hugs from dai$y queen of the run on sentence =^..*= ♥♥
ReplyDeleteWe're glad to hear the smell good has returned sweet Annabelle!
ReplyDeleteYou poor kitty. That is no way to celebrate Tocktober. XO
ReplyDeleteThat has happened at our house too! No need to be embarrassed, beautiful girl.
ReplyDeleteThat’s happened to me, Annabelle. And I didn’t like it one bit! ~Zoey
ReplyDeleteIt's worth all that trouble right? Wish we could smell you and kiss you and hug you.
ReplyDeleteEmma and Buster
We tell Dad when Einstein or Rumpy seem to have a bit of "extra." It is nice to be all sweet again isnt it Annabelle
ReplyDeleteOh yes, that happens here once in a while, too. But everyone smells sweet in the...end...
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