The Lady calls my ears my 'clippities.' How they got that way is not my fondest memory. Today she told me that she thinks my ears make me look like a cat. Huh? I thought we had rules about no bad language in this house.
Here I am with my 'clippities.'
Oh, and I hope everyone gets what they want in 2012.
I think The Lady is figuring out what I want:
My butt scratched.
Long sniffing sessions.
Letting me sleep curled up on her.
Lots of protein that was once an animal.
Oh, no! Your sweet lady said the C-word!? I hope that your clippities haven't been permanently damaged!
ReplyDeleteI hope all of your 2012 wishes come true, Birdy-girl!