Dear Diary,
Today I am feeling fabulous. Like, cover of Dogue fabulous. I saw Smokey’s diary entry and decided it’s time someone brought a little glamour to this household. I’m here to out-pose that chill fluffball and claim my rightful spot as the most photogenic creature in the living room.
But let’s talk about the real scandal: the bird feeders. They’re empty. Again. Without birds, the outdoor entertainment is basically canceled. No flapping, no chirping, no drama. Just cold, spooky silence and bare trees. I hate this time of year. It’s dark, it’s chilly, and it smells like leaf rot.
The only redeeming quality of this season? Naps and snuggles under warm blankets. Which brings me to my next complaint: WHERE ARE THE BLANKETS? I checked the couch, the bed, the laundry pile… nothing. I demand a plush, fleece-lined snuggle zone immediately.
Until Dad gets his act together,
Arya – Queen of Cozy and Sass