I now truly look like a Big Cat. My coat is covered in black and white fur, the very same fur that usually covers Rooney. I have worked hard as a cat owner to prevent this. I change regularly into cat handler clothes and guard my work clothes at all times behind closed closet doors. Until Friday, that is. Friday night I took out my ski jacket and hung my black wool work coat in the front closet. Mind you, it was dark when I undertook this. Next morning I open the bedroom door and only Rufus is there. Where's your devious, up-to-no-good brother?, I inquired of him. No response. I called Rooney. He might be sleeping in, after all it was the weekend. Still nothing. So we go to the front door to bring in the newspapers and Rufus starts pawing at the foyer closet door. So naturally, I open it. Out stumbles a very embarrassed Rooney who had been in there all night. Apparently he agrees with the Tiger Mom who wrote about sleepovers being bad- because he vigorously rolled his furry self all over my overcoat in protest.
Best Way Cleaners really love me these days. xxxdad
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