Yep. Sometimes I am a 'fraidy cat.
I do not like this thing. Mom says it makes the Hots. I think it's funny looking, funny sounding, and I do not like things blowing air on me. When Mom turns this thing on (in the mornings when she gets dressed, I run away.
Funny post!
ReplyDeleteI don't think it looks trustable either, Millie. I prefer the floor heaters here to get warm.
ReplyDeletewe agree - we would not trust that.
ReplyDeleteOh Millie, give it time. It's a wonderful contraption!
ReplyDelete"Fraidy" seems like such a perjorative description Millie. How about: cautious, wary and watchful?
ReplyDeleteMegan
Sydney, Australia
Oh Millie - two of us are fraidy cats. Madness is fraidy, but it quickly turns into fierce. Squish hides in the closet (which mom leaves open specially for her) for the smallest disturbance. Mom says she's tra-matized - but we still love her.
ReplyDeleteYou are not a fraidy cat, Millie, just cautious. All of us have things that make us hide. I wouldn't trust that thing, either.
ReplyDeleteHerman
It does resemble the gaping jaws of hell.
ReplyDeleteBest to be cautious.
Maybe if it was just warm without BLOWING and making NOISES you would snuggle up towards it.
ReplyDeleteWe don't think it will bite you Millie. But blowing can be icky.
ReplyDeleteW know that Max loves his! Maybe you will learn to like it too!
ReplyDeleteOh man, you are really missing out! It's like home made sun puddles, but better! I'm already not looking forward to when the Woman won't turn ours on...that's gonna be soon :(
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