So Mom thinks she’s so smart moving round here better. Well I showed her whose still got mojo! I got up on dining room table all by myself! And I smelled the lilies too! Now though Mom says she is gonna wash my face. Something about ‘Oh you Ferdinand , now you have yellow pollen all over your whiskers.”
I will have her know yellow is the new black. No sense of style or grace that woman. Nice n’ all, feeds me and so on but really, no colour sense whatsoever.