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Newton: The hots are here! Weather outside this holiday weekend is supposed to be the hottest it has been in several years.
I have too much fur for hot weather. Do I look amused?
The only thing for sensible cats to do is nap the day away. Who’s with me?
Today’s flashback takes us back to January 2009, just weeks after Newton joined the household.
Pierre: Would you please tell this kitten that he’s in my spot?
Newton has been stealing Pierre’s favorite napping spots ever since.
We hope you have some really good napping spots picked out for this upcoming weekend, especially if it’s a long weekend for you and your family!
Pierre: Hey, what is thing this that the head peep got in the mail to review?
Newton: It says Be Forever Furless
Pierre: If you are, I hope someone gets a picture of it.
Newton: Hey, wait, where is the head peep taking that brush? That’s the bottom corner of the bed that I spent a long time putting my fur on just so. See the beautiful decorator orange tint I gave it?
Newton: With only a few scrubs of that damp, little red brush, the head peep took off a bunch of my hairs. Do you have any idea how long it took me to put all that fur on there?
Pierre: Did you hear the head peep say that she had forgotten that was what color the comforter actually was under there? I think she likes the un-furred color better.
Newton: It’s like in one spot where she rubbed that brush, the fur has just vanished. I’m going to have to shed extra- hard to try to put it back, now.
Pierre: Look at that on the brush. Such a waste of good decorator fur!
Newton: Do you think I could somehow take this fur off of the brush and put it back on the bed?
Pierre: I don’t think so, Newt. Start power shedding.
Pierre: It doesn’t look like Newton is a big fan of the Be Forever Furless brush from Lilly Brush, but the head peep sure is! And if it picks up fur without having to run the loud sucking monster, I am, too.
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Pierre: Hey, what’s that sound?
Pierre: Mouses! That bird is nearly as tall as the head peep!
Pierre: I don’t think he likes when I do that.
Pierre: Newton! Come quick! You’ll never believe what’s out here!
Newton: What’s the big deal? Oh my COD! Look at that thing. Could someone please open the blinds so we can get a better view?
Pierre: I’m not so sure about this. If we can see him, he can see us, right?
Pierre: I just thought of something. If chickens taste like chicken, would a bigger bird taste even more like chicken?
Newton: We should find out!
Pierre: How are we going to do that?
Newton: The window latch is up here. I’ve seen the head peep use it to open the windows before.
Pierre: I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.
Newton: Sure it is! But this one is stuck. Hang on.
Newton: Maybe if I get up on top of the cat tree, I can get a better grip on the latch. This is no good. I need thumbs.
Pierre: Keep working on it! I’ll keep him occupied.
Pierre: Really, bird, you can stop with the flapping thing. I’m not impressed.
Ashton: What’s all the fuss about out here? You would have thought that the treat fairy — whoa! What’s that?
Ashton: Can it come inside to play?
Pierre: Newton already tried that. It won’t open for us.
* tap tap tap *
Ashton: Did you hear that?
Pierre: I don’t think the head peep is going to like him knocking on the window like that.
* tap tap tap *
Ashton: The head peep has the squirt gun. RUN!
Pierre: She isn’t going to squirt us. I think she’s just going outside to chase away our new friend.
The head peep did go outside to chase away our friend, armed only with a squirt gun. It worked, but she forgot to take a house key outside with her. You guessed it: the head peep locked herself out of the house with nothing but her squirt gun and her phone. At least she had the phone so that she could take one last photo of our friend before she chased him away.
