Here I am eating my special wet food, that my person combines with water to form a slurry. I slurp the slurry. Then I take a bath and dampen my fur with my slurry-breath.
I like to chew on leafy things. When my people brought home the farm basket, I sniffed all the vegetables and chomped on the leafy ones. My person said she would have to wash off my slurry-spit later.
Here I am in a beer box. I don't really drink beer. Just water from the sink. I don't care for my water fountain anymore. I like beer boxes though.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Now that it's summer, our upstairs gets very warm. I like to go upstairs and lounge in the closet or behind the futon on the carpet. My person says it's too hot for me to spend much time up there. She says I get overheated and glassy-eyed. She only lets me go up for a little while, then she makes me come downstairs and closes the door. Yesterday she measured the temperature and it was 95. Just right.
Posted by Milo at 10:53 AM