Hey, nice people. It's me Hair Ball. I think Mummsy has lost her mind. She's been going nuts trying on special suits and funny looking masks-and not the Halloween kind.
Right now, she's pretty upset that there are no more special suits for me and my brother on Amazon. So she's fitting me into this black contraption just in case. I. HATE. IT!
Ever since Ebola touched land in the United States she's been stockpiling things, too.
She says she can't imagine her life without the following, if things go to a full blown pandemic:
Pens and pencils
Fur-peep treats and food
Food for her and Daddy-o
And I can't forget Sir Poops's diapers. It wouldn't be a good thing without them. I personally wouldn't want to be stuck in the house with poo piles. He's not known as Sir Poops for nothing. His name rings true, especially now that he's sick and old.
So I hope everyone is prepared for whatever could happen. I think all of our writer friends would go crazy without writerly things. I know Mummsy would.
This post was written on behalf of Alex J. Cavanaugh's Insecure Writer's Group, with intentions to help and encourage. Not to scare anyone. Just saying.
Lots of licks and belly rubs,
Hair Ball and Sir Poops