So Mom tried to do a photoshoot last night. I refused to fall for it. In fact, I was chillaxin' on my tower of beds and doing some awesome froot bats, if I do say so myself, and whenever she tried to take a picture, I would tense them all up and make them non-froot batty. (Did I mention that there were no treats? Just saying.) She finally gave up. hehehe
So then me and Tazo were hanging out on the couch and Mom started squeeing. Can't a couple of Furry Kids catch a break? We're just hanging around, not going out of our way to be cute or anything. :sigh:
Once Tazo started making biscuits on my head, it was all over. Our ears are still ringing. In fact, I think Eric and Flynn could probably hear Mom SQUEEing all the way over in Britain. It wasn't pretty.
So this morning, she tried again. She hadn't had enough coffee and I hadn't had enough treats. Needless to say, an early morning photoshoot is probably not a good idea, Mom. Especially when you start it out by saying, "Good morning, Mr. Froot Bat."
Have a great weekend, everybuddy!