Day 784: Snoozin It Off

Tis better to snooze frew just a little bit of funder...
than to have a nervous breakdown frew a LOT!

You see... TV weather prognostications were gloom and doom this mornin, so even though I was not sensin any sort of danger, the Mom served, and I happily imbibed in a special pill pocket as she left for the Factory.\

I did hear a little but not a lot of funder, and I had no reaction whatsoever. My the Mom feels 50% guilty for givin me the 'cocktail' but 100% relieved that the day [and/or cocktail] rendered no stress for the me.

My sweet nose, pink spot and all, is in tact and prime for the kissin! And if that not seduction enough, I'll also include a little bit of fluffy tail for the ladies who appreciate manly tales!!!

Now, I'm not so busy snoozin that I am not orchestratin the night's schedule, frowin up hall blocks for the Bleu, trickin for the berry treats or prognosticatin for the morrow.

Here's what the TV Boys are finkin. Accordin to the Mom, 30% historically means 'clear the bunker floor'... so I predict 100% probability she will be home by Noon tomorrow. Just sayin.

And WOW! 96 degrees! It's like a cold front!!! I update my prognostications each time the back door is opened, and I'll update you as conditions warrant! I know you are on pins and needles, for sure.