This summer has been tough on me with this fur coat and my advancing years. I haven’t done much except lounge about in the shade of the bushes and under the house.
Chloe has tried to help by giving me numerous baths. I hate to admit it, but I am actually getting so that I don’t even mind. I also have been given several sponge baths, whatever that is. I do feel better after it is all finally over.
Chloe wanted to post a photo of me taking a bath, but that is not very lady-like, and I do have my scruples. When Playboy did the photo shoot here at Big Mill,they asked me to be in the May issue; I refused.
I haven’t done any hunting; it has just been too hot. I haven’t visited neighbors, their dogs are a bunch of hooligans and I prefer to stay home.
The mockingbird eats my food, I don’t care. The hummingbirds fly right up to me and I don’t move a muscle. I am practicing my “I don’t care and am not interested” attitude. I spend much time with my back turned to folks who want my attention. I have to maintain my superiority.
The highlight of my day is the nightly spot of cream that I have whenever Chloe finishes her work. We both sit outside and gaze off over the lakes – life is good.
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From the innkeeper at Big Mill Bed & Breakfast 252-792-8787
I miss sweet Moses every day. She is now feeding the fig trees. I planted two pomegranates but she quickly disposed of them. She must like the fig.