Look at me – posing here with my rubber ducky, my new shampoo and my new hairdo. I’ve even had my yeti feet sorted out.
I’ve had two baths in the past fortnight. The first was a sort of emergency one as I was slightly muddy – oh all right, I was very muddy. And she’d run out of my special shampoo so she used Johnson’s baby shampoo with camomile and she said I was as soft as a kitten and smelled like a baby afterwards. Hurrumph! Way to insult someone!
The second was a cosmetic one. They took to my feathers with the strimmer – oh all right, the electric snippers, but they sound like a strimmer. And once all my beautiful fur was carpeting the dining room, I was taken upstairs - for another bath. To get rid of all the bits they said.
My cries of, “I’ve already had one this year!” fell on deaf ears and I was plunged into warm water, then smothered in this new shampoo. It smells of apples and kiwi fruit. It’s called Pet Head and has a lid shaped like a bone. Nice.
The variety is Fears for Tears and is extra gentle for delicate little flowers like what I am.
And this is me during my photo shoot (oo-er get me missus), knocking over the shampoo and checking to see if the rubber ducky was edible!