Well MK found my feather stash and gave most of them back to Uncle J. After he looked at them carefully, he found that I had not taken his prize feathers, but rather I had carefully selected only the less exotic feathers. See, I was being thoughtful. Still I wish he wouldn’t close the door 🚪.
It was cloudy and much cooler yesterday so I hid out, slept and pretty much steered clear. I got two good rubs and we rolled my coat with the lint roller and collected a good deal of fur. I purred a lot and loved having my tummy rubbed.
This place isn’t turning out so bad after all.
Carrot Coach 