Go on over to Brian's and read the whole story. Then, you know the drill folks... post, tweet, email and otherwise work intertube magic for these ladies, OK?
And now to my dilemma... The bean has been on vacation and, clearly, she's been too busy to LISTEN to me. So maybe you can help.
Well, you know I came here with a bunch of war wounds... it's a jungle out there!... and some of 'em aren't healing up as fast as the doc would like. So what does she do? Puts me in ridiculous outfits! It's unseemly for a manly mancat, I tell you!
I mean, people can SEE me in these stupid getups from the window and I'm NOT giving up my favorite lounge area.
Oh, it gets worse... when I figured out how to get out of this stretch muscle shirt, she had to audacity to sew me into a baby onesie. Ha! I was out of that one in a day. Her next effort was even more offensive. SHE PUT ME IN A GOOGIE SHIRT! That's right. The raiment of my mortal enemies. That one was off in under an hour.
I guess she's not a very bright bean. Mad or not, I won't take away her TLC... beans need that, you know. If you don't give 'em regular lovin' they get right cranky. This one loves having her hair groomed every night - I can tell be the squeals and delighted squirming she does when I really get into it. It's quite convenient actually, since I sleep on her head.
So anyhow, if you could please tell her to lay off the lame clothing, I'd sure appreciate it.
PS- Parts of me are healing really well, did you notice my nose isn't red anymore!