Cats and Haircuts.

Kasey and I are covered in hair. Every part of us is covered in hair. I get brushed almost every day, because I have so much hair that it comes out on the furniture and on her clothes when I am giving snuggles. As far a I know Kasey has never been brushed. So someone please tell me why She gets in a fit when She thinks She needs a haircut. You would think that She would be glad Her head was warm in these cold nights. But no. She simply HAS to have a haircut, or She needs to go into hiding. She even suspects Her hair of giving Her that cold. Well, today She went to get Her hair cut, and from where I sit, I can't see much difference. She can, however, and is dancing with happy feet because She can see Her eyebrows.
It is really quite cold where our cousin Ollie lives. Our KnittingGirl and our HuggyGirl are talking about being cold. We feel just fine here, because it is cool at night and warm in the day. Whatever it is like, I still sleep in a piece of sunshine every afternoon. Her OzGirl is coming back to Her OperaGirl's house, and She is happy about that, even though She will miss visiting with them. She told me our cousin Lion is all well from his sick ear, so we are glad about that
He is having His dinner with His mother, at the place where she lives, so we will have our chicken without Him. He just eats vegetables, so we probably won't get any shrimp. Oh well. It could be worse. Someone's at the door. I have to go and check. That's all my news for today. Bye.