The Typist tells me people are now laughing at me for being a silly cow.
I am NOT so really.
I was just being CAUTIOUS.
You have to understand, there are many strange and i.n.e.x.p.l.i.c.a.b.l.e. things in my neighbourhood.
Look at this!
What is a toaster doing on the sidewalk in the rain, I ask you? I'm sure you'll agree it's Very Odd, not to mention Downright Dangerous.
Someone clumsy [like My Typist] could get killed tripping over it. Then who'll poach my chicken breasts and feed me?
It makes me faint, just thinking about the possibility.
The humans in my neighbourhood can be scary too."Hello Dave, nice day eh?"
Rowr-rowwwRr- RoWWRrR! Our fearsome dog-hunting cats of Balmain!
Just because I haven't mentioned them in a while doesn't mean they've moved away or gone to kitty heaven or anything good like that.
And of course, there are other scary things us ladies especially need to look out for.
The Pig Man was very kind and did a dance for us.
Someone in my neighbourhood is buying a lot of pig for Christmas!
Maybe it's us! I hope it's us! I love bacon!
But I don't think so though.
This morning, My Typist said I'm looking f.a.t. [again] and will need to eat less [again]. She took some pictures to show you.
Am I the only one here who thinks My Typist needs new glasses?
[And yes, as you can see from the 2nd picture, I had yet another bath today. No fair, Sage!]
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I think I'm just going to hold my tongue here.
I may be silly, but I'm not stupid.