Please excuse our absence on the internets during the past few weeks. Mum was very ill with the flu. We nursed her back to health and we’re glad we did not fall victim to her disease.
Here I am demonstrating the well-known ‘dead weight’ treatment. It is especially useful for guardians who have been ordered to rest. Simply drape yourself on the sick guardian with little regard for their comfort. They will soon grow numb anyway.
Goodbye, flu. Don’t come back.
People sometimes ask me, “What exactly do you and Pinkie do at the Furball Factory, Possum?”
Well, apart from the extensive activities we’ve shown you over the year so far, we produce furballs. There is great demand for them. You can make wonderful crafts such as jewellery, mittens and bikinis.
This is not a guinea pig. It’s not cotton candy either.
No, this is the fruit of our labours.
Here I am hard at work manufacturing a furball. Pinkie is performing a close inspection to ensure the furball is up to scratch. And it is.
Indeed we are skilled at regurgitating fur, but a more hygienic method of extraction involves an expensive grooming tool that is full of amazing — the FURminator!
We do not condone using the FURminator like this…
…or like this*.
*No cats or parts thereof were harmed during the filming of this blog.
You were meant to go away eight days ago, summer!
Oh, well, I guess this means Pinkie and I can keep playing our favourite summer song, Pictures of Summer, by the Model School, until the sun turns down the temperature.