When you have 21 and a half years of life in an interspecies flock under your feathers, you have learned there are days when “fluffy” will do.
And then there are the days when “fluffy” simply won’t cut it.
Some days call for “extra fluffy.”
If not for yourself (because let’s face it, you already know how cute you look), then for your flock mates.
Because being born very cute comes with its own unique set of responsibilities.
Cuteness is so healing.
Cuteness is very uplifting, too.
Cuteness is inspiring.
Cuteness is meant to be shared.
As the resident “cuteness expert,” of course, it is up to you to determine how much cuteness is required for any given situation.
It is up to you to figure out whether your friends, fans and many admirers (not to mention the ladybirds) could benefit most from “sleek cuteness” or “fluffy cuteness.”
You have to keep your own counsel on this – use your own best judgment – after all, who else would know?
You have to feel it in your gut. Some days you just know it is a day for “extra fluffy.”
And so you bring it.
Pearl, Malti, Bruce & their mama
