It Was An Insult to my Fluffiness, by Guiness the Cat
It is me, Guiness the Cat. In case you didn't recognize me from the photos.
I didn't pick the photos, by the way. And I did not approve them. That is one downside of not having the patience to upload photos myself, and assigning that chore to my personal assistant.
I didn't consent to be photographed looking like that, either, and I certainly did not pose for them.
Well, maybe the title photo. And the ones with my back turned. And the ones where I was bathing certain body parts. But other than that.
This was the sorry site I presented Saturday night after Debbi forced me into a bucket and ran water over me.
Do not listen to her. I am NOT a docile cat, and I am NOT easy. She's going to ruin my reputation as a cat making such claims.
I'll have you know I meowed pitifully in protest every minute I wasn't silently putting up with such a travesty.
And I do not have chicken legs or a rat tail.
I would have written before now, but I had to wash my bath off me, restore my fluffiness, and then it's taken a good 48 hours to nap it off. There is a lengthy recovery period for this kind of thing, you know.
I do smell good, though.
Sincerely, Guiness the Cat
P.S. Do not right-click on the title photo to open it larger in another tab. It's too embarrassing.
Content (c) 2015 by Guiness the Cat. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved, and all that other stuff humans say.
Image Credit » Photos (c) 2015 Debbi Craton. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved.