My whiskers are now back to their proper length, and Mummy is so happy! Now maybe she will quit chirping about how bad I looked with only half my whiskers (she says I look much handsomer with whiskers. I s'pose there is something in that). I still get the urge to use Dad's razor now and then but Mummy is always lurking somewhere nearby, coming out of the woodwork if I even think about shaving. [She must be psychotic..er, psychic!]
Why does she leave it out, dangling from its neat little stand, if the razor is not to be used? Waste of space if you ask me.
I could be sitting in that spot, for instance.
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