My people started making me wear "shorts" again. I was just getting used to not having them on. It took a while, but I was really getting the knack again of spreading my scent around.
Especially when the new guy showed up, I really let the basement have it. He sleeps downstairs and I made it perfectly clear that this is my house.
I don't know what I am going to do now with shorts on. Hopefully, the message I was able to send out before was good enough to last until next time they stop putting these darned shorts on me.
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