A Chill In The Air, And Mummy Won’t Be Fair!
Of course, while I was recovering from the shock, I devoured the grass. But when I had finished I pleaded with Mummy to take us in. Squeaking pitifully and calling to her. She kept pointing to the fleece blanket which was strangely warm and contained a sort of pet safe heat pad. Rather nice on an elderly lad’s chilly tootsies!
However, on principal, I glared and complained until whee were brought in. Now I am snuggled up in my lovely hay in my lovely heated house. The way it should be!
Do you mind cold weather? What do you do to stay warm? And how on Earth can I make Mummy listen to me next time (trust me, with her behaviour, there is sure to be a next time!)?!
PS. Don’t forget our Pigoween themed pet photo contest, skip back a post to read all about it!