Mom, Sailor, Zoe and I went walking today. We sniffed ivy. We sniffed bushes. We sniffed weeds.
Mom says we all came home covered in Brrrrrs.
Zoe says Mom says Brrrrr when it's really cold. Zoe says Brrrrrs must be icicles.
I am confuzled. So is Sailor.
It is hot. It is not cold. My Brrrrrs are not cold. Sailor says his aren't either. They are just stuck. Very, very stuck.
I have Brrrrrs stuck to my feathers, my belly, my ruff and my kilts. Even my tail is stuck.