Happy Friday furriends! We know your moms and dads luff this day, same as ours.
Why am I whispering? I'm in hiding, of course. Mom brought out that stupid noisy thing she calls a hairdryer, same as every morning. While I'm trying to sleep on the bed right next to it. We have this same discussion every single morning, but she never respects my right to peaceful sleeping. I was here first!
She blathers on about the dressing table and the mirror and outlets and stuff. I don't care about any of that. Just that I get disturbed.