It't that time again. The humans have put the THING on me. I've tried to convince them otherwise. I've hung my head low. I've gone outside and stuck my head in a bush to make them take it off but, cunning things that they are, they used the towel to dry me, removed the twigs and put it back on. Even lowered myself to cuddling them and trying the big-eyed thing but to no avail. If my chest didn't itch so much and if the outside wasn't so wet, I would be able to think properly.
I'm off to the chair to plan something. Don't know what yet but it'll be brilliant.
What's that?
Smells like.... it does. It smells like the pink stuff. Ash just went past at high speeds. This is no time to be blogging. I've a metabolism to maintain.
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