Look at me. Look at all this glorious fur. Are you green with envy? I thought so. I admit it, I'm unbelievably handsome.
SO, since I am a hunk of furry love WHY would the biped come home with some purple monster called the Dyson "ANIMAL"?
Why would she spend all that money to buy something that is going to pick up all my fur from the house? It's insanity. How many bones could she have bought us with that dough??? More importantly why would she want to get rid of my fur??? WAIT! I've got it!! She must be saving it all somewhere to make something. Like a chair...or maybe a bunch of pillows for my couch. OR - she's collecting it to sell on Ebay! That's got to be it. What else could it possibly be?!
Full of furry love - Thrawn
P.S. Thanks for all the well wishes, I'm feeling MUCH better so far on these new meds. So good I helped myself to the kitchen trash can yesterday and helped out by knocking a bunch of stuff off the counter today. Good times.