Over the past few weeks, water has been dripping on me from the sky. Everytime I burst through the catflap into the home, GG exclaims about my dirty feet. What does she expect?? That I paws before nosing open that cat-sized window? No. Just no.
See, it might be different if she had a soft mat outside. Unfortunately what’s there is one of those plastic, prickly, spiky ones. I skip over it as fast as I can. This means that whenever she does that exclaiming/complaining thing, I think to meowself “Get Over It!”
But she takes pity on me, and dries me off, as I described already.
More... and longer next time. Meantime, keep Covid cavey dear Fans of the Fredster.