Day 3 of my Thanksgiving captivity: There was a lot of action today. I heard banging and clanging from downstairs. I smelled some good things. And I heard Lay-dee mutter, "Well the breast is done but the rest is definitely not." I knew my safe place was burrowed under the blankets. Lay-dee keeps the house so cold that she has to give Maddie and me old musty blankets to keep us warm. That's me under Bob the Builder's mouth. I slept most of the day away, content to be far from the questionable noises downstairs. But, as usual, Lay-dee has to take things too far. I'd like to report that I was accosted this evening. Lay-dee raised the blanket to take my picture while I was sound asleep. You can see that I am clearly offended. She gave me no time to fix my face and fluff my fur. Yet another reason why she will never be my favorite.
Signed, Pinky Ruth #canwefixit #cantfixLaydee #ismelledbird
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