For those who were asking, the PM did clip the end of my wild whilly whisker and nothing crazy happened. Thanks for the help!
Now, I wanted to share a dilemma with you. The wee lad and I are friends, supposedly.
Here we are hangin' in the grass. See the look of adoration in my face?
Well, a couple of days ago, I heard that he had drew a picture of me. I was so touched. I hurried over to have a gander, wondering if I was going to look more like a tiger or a lion and this is what I saw.
Pretty good, I thought. Goldie climbing a tree is the title. But then I had a question. The PM took the words right out of my mouth when she asked. "What's that hanging between Goldie's legs". No, not what your thinking. He said, "That squishy bit that moves side to side when he runs."
That is floof, all floof!!!
Then last night I was sitting on the PM's hip when she was lying down, waiting for the kids to get ready for bed. The wee lad came in and said "Goldie, get down. You are getting bum juice on Mommy."
Excuse me, I do not leave a trail of bum juice where ever I go.
Maybe if I was an eldercat or ill, but not on a regular basis.
Sheesh. I don't know about all this business.
Do you think he is just going through a stage?