Since we've lived in Asheville, mom and dad have trusted Cedar Ridge Animal Hospital for all my health needs. They're a fabulous team of caring animal professionals who are easy to work with and always make us feel welcome. On entering the front office, one is occasionally greeted by one of the most famous names in show business. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you in all her front desk lounging tabby splendor the one, the only film and fashion icon- Audrey Hepburn.
So, it's no secret that our felines have to stop and bathe whenever/wherever the need strikes. Our old gal typically plops onto the carpet in the living room to do her washing, but once or twice now I've managed to snap a few photos of her half on/half off my her chair on her way across the table to the other chair. Apologies for the poor focus, but consider them "action" shots of our bathing beauty.
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| Guess I didn't need the flash... |
Funny story: Y'all know that we felines have a way of developing habits and whatnot, right? I've heard discussions between mom and dad about how I can be a slob because I take up a mouthful of wet food and eat it away from my dish, making a mess on my board. Or how dad makes mental notes (emphasis on the "mental") of the way I apparently poop in the back corner of my box and pee against the front, often times not covering said pee and stepping through it and leaving tracks. Whatever, says I. I could write pages of gripes I have with them. If I could hold a pen. Anyway, yeah, back to habits. I fight mom when it comes to sitting in the living room, especially when I'm already there and (usually) asleep and she wants to sit with me. She grumbles, begs and bitches, and I'm still as a statue, my expression all, like, "what, you want me to move?" However, for who knows what reason it's a bit different when it comes to sitting with dad. As you've seen in some posts, I like to squish in on dad's left side between his leg and the arm of the chair where I'm all nice and snug and warm.
