Mother was talking to Aunt Marilyn about school things while she groomed me the other evening. Pulling burrs out of my tail... um, oowww, please pay a little more attention to what you're doing back there, Mother. I kind of tuned out of the conversation, since it obviously didn't pertain to me.
Then I thought I heard Aunt Marilyn ask if she knew this girl that was driving the trailer Saturday.
I tensed up, my ears swiveled back to where Mother was at. Trailer? TRAILER? Am I going somewhere??
I turned my head as much as I could in the crossties and looked back at Mother with an anxious expression. She noticed my consternation, and said, "Don't worry, Bif. We're just going up to see Uncle Jeff." I immediately relaxed and put my ears back to forward.* I like Uncle Jeff. I've spent a lot of time up there with him and... ooh, is Snap still there, I wondered? Mother must have read my mind, because she said Snap wasn't there anymore, but I'd of course get to see Uncle Jeff and maybe Aunt Julie. They are both so nice.
So today, Mother decided since it was nice and warm out that I could use a little scrub and rinse to make me look "more presentable".
It is not easy being grey.
As long as she doesn't decide to spray me with too many chemicals afterward, I don't actually mind a bath. I have my winter fur well started and it is in the 80s out here. Whew!
* Exactly how it happened. I swear he understands English better than most high school seniors.- Mother