So, mommy got into graduate school in some of the cold places, and she’s decided to go to the one with the white stuff; as seen here:
I don’t know how I feel about this. I’m interested in seeing the white stuff…um….snow. But, it’s supposed to be really cold. And…well…after all the hard work and energy I’ve put into shedding, I’m just gonna have to grow all that fur back?! I mean, look how hard I’ve worked:
It’s like it means nothing. But, I’m glad for mommy, and I’ll have the opportunity to play in the
white stuff snow (even though mommy says I won’t like it, I am DETERMINED). I’ve only lived in Southern California. This is gonna be weird.