Angel Hair is a kind of spaghetti, but it is also what you could call my hair. You see, every day I get a nice brushing. I jump up when She is on the computer and She stops and brushes me. The brush has very stiff bristles, which I like to use to comb my face. I rub both sides of my face and my chin on it while She holds it steady. That is the part I do myself. Then She brushes my back and sides, and sometimes my belly, when I feel like holding still for that.
It may be in my honor that She is fixing angel hair spaghetti for our dinner. She won't do that for awhile, because it is still kind of early on the changed clocks. He and She look at the clocks to see what time it is, and I depend on the clock inside my head, which says it is an hour later. Oh, never mind. I have to wait for Her, whatever time it is.
She is not so nervous about the next operation on Her other eye, because She knows what to expect All She has to do then is wait for Her two eyes to match up, and get Her new glasses so She can see the computer. I am happy to report that Kasey and I have excellent eyes. Kasey's are green and mine are amber. That's the same color as a tiger has. Grrr. Are you scared? I didn't think so.
I am shouting out to my beloved cousins. Everyone here loves you. Cheers
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