No fank you
It's cold.
It's miserable.
It's dark.
There's nothing left to do today except curl into a ball and get all snuggly and warm.
With a hooman like mine, this means protecting the sacred nap.
I curls up, puts my face into my belly fluff, tucks my back feets in, then covers my face with my front feets.
In this way, I make sure that it's impossible to disturb me.
No fank you hooman - not today.
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