Spectacular Fur Balls
Dearest friends on the internet,
I hope this message finds you happy and feeling like a million bucks.
I must be honest...I personally am feeling like a steaming pile of poo. I worked very hard all night to present the woman with the most SPECTACULAR furball she said she has ever seen. I feel quite poorly. The woman promised I will feel better tomorrow. I’m going to hold her to that promise because I’ve got much work to do this coming week.
In other news, while the woman has been giving me kisses and belly rubs all day, the vile beasts could not care less that I’m sick. After I walked away from my breakfast because the smell of it made me queasy, Miss Elizabeth Taylor asked me “are you going to eat that because if you aren’t, I want it...”. And then she snarfed down my entire plate of breakfast. They are all heartless and vile to the core.
I hope you have all started the process of preparing yourself for the arrival of Monday. It will be knocking on your door very soon. Gird your loins now because it promises to be a doozy of a week.
One thing I need every single one of you to do is to go wash your hands. And, while you’re at it, please wash out your face mask to make sure it’s cootie free. Please do not give me any back talk about it, either. I do not feel well and I’m not afraid to open up a few cans of whoopass.
Very truly yours,
Bob