So this thought popped into my head one day when I got out of the shower and I’ve been giggling about it ever since. I do love to shower. I’m a terrible water waster. I stand there until the hot water threatens to run out and just let the water sluice over me.
I do not, however, love getting out of the shower. No matter how high I crank up the little space heater, I’m still a shivering mess. And that was before I lost all the hair on my body. And before the furnace decided not to work so well in our bedroom.
So now, and I apologize in advance for the nightmares some of you are going to have in response to this visual image, this is what I feel like when I jump reluctantly out of the shower and into the frigid air of our bathroom……
That’s me. A hairless cat.
Brrrrrrrrrr. Spring seems a long way off.