OK, here's da ting about Mom. . . she's KRAZY. And. . . and. . . she wants me to freeze. See, she says she doesn't like it when the furnace comes on, 'cause it's loud and old and smells bad and costsus moneys. Now, I loves it when the furnace comes on, 'cause I can go to the blowy place where the warm comes out and take a naps with all the warm.
It's December, and da furnace hasn't been on yet. Maybe she needs more fur to turn it on? Maybe I leave her some extras.
She said something about sixty is where it's gonna be this year. SIXTY! That's like penguin temprature.
Here's where I need yur help. Mom says she might get me one of those beds that is powered by kitty. . . like, I lie on it and it gets warm! But she doesn't know if it works so good. Anyone have one of dese? She says I can't have a plugin one because she won't leave it on when she's at work.
The only good thing about dis is Mom uses the oven when it gets really cold 'cause that makes the apartment hot so tonight I gets chicken! (This kinda sucks when she makes squash, 'cause I don't like squash. I like squashing little spiders with my paw, but not da same thing.)