WTF.
I am a delicate little man. I need the sun. I love the beach. I swim. I tan. I bask.
I have NEVER worn my monogrammed coat this much ever. I am walking around the house trying to find a sunny spot. I have cuddled in the blanket. If it would not be detrimental to my health, I would sit in the drier. While it is on.
Mommy and Daddy have been rolling the dice on who is going to walk me. No one wants to walk me. But when we all go to sleep, you better believe they argue over who is going to get to cuddle with my warm furry self. I am like a little heater. Not that Mommy can tell-she is wearing 2-3 layers a night. She looks like an Eskimo. It’s all she can do not to wear gloves in the house. She looks ridiculous. Daddy laughs at her.
I am going to go hide under the Crate and Barrel throw blanket until Spring. BTW I am not supposed to sit on that blanket because it’s expensive. But all bets are off under 20 degrees.
