No, really
Merlin here.
I don't think y'all really understand the severity of the whisker problem.
Look at this. Click to biggify if you need to.
My whiskers are little stubs! This is HORRIBLE. The little bugger.
Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow Meow
Merlin here.
Dobby may look all sweet and innocent, but let me tell you somethin'. He's a whisker eater! I don't know why, but for some reason the little weirdo likes to chew on my whiskers! When he's cleaning me, which, you know, as a younger brother he is required to do, he CHEWS ON MY WHISKERS, which isn't cool. Now all my whiskers are stubby and short and ridiculous looking. I hope Daphne doesn't mind, because really, I think I look silly and not nearly as handsome as usual.
Look at him, sleeping, all innocent-like. He's tricky, that one.
Y'all, I don't know what's up with Dobby and his obsession with being Handsome. Cause you know that all Mom says about him is "oh how cute!" "Look how cute he is." "Could he BE any cuter?"
Seriously, it's really annoying. Just look at this. He's just laying there, he's not doing ANYTHING, and she was all, "oh, what a sweet baby. I have to take your picture!"
Whatever.
Hello! I'm Merlin. I live in Memphis with my Mom, a woofie named Max, and my little brother Dobby. I like to watch birdies outside my window and get my belly rubbed. I have stripes. Welcome to my blog.
