Mom has like some serious heavy duty momentous news she wants me to tell you.
It's all about me and frankly, I can't see what the fuss is about.
No, I did not win the lottery.
Yesterday Mom was cleaning up the living room. She was folding the blankets when the phone rang. She sat down, putting the blanket she was folding on her lap. It was a nice fleece blankie.
I saw she was sitting in the recliner, so I thought it would be a good time to get scritches. I ran over, and jumped up. Then I saw the fleece blankie and I thought "Oooh! Fleece! My favorite!"
So I tested it with my paw, and then curled up on it.
Oh. My Goodness. I thought Mom was going to explode, she was almost sqeeing.
I do NOT know what the excitement was about.
It's not like I was sitting on her lap or anything. Because I wasn't, you know. I was sitting on the fleece blankie.