15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

I wish they'd stay off my back!

I mean, really, these hard things they put there, they rub off my beautiful curly fur. And then they wriggle, and shift, and lean -- I swear those two-legs can't keep themselves still for more than ten minutes! So they make me do all the work, while they sit on their bottoms and wiggle, making me want to buck them off onto their rounded little heads. How am I supposed to keep up a good image if they keep making me lean to one side or the other? I'm supposed to be the prettiest one, you see, but Frank hasn't noticed me at all.

Frank -- he's the most popular. He's sleek, tall, and he doesn't even spit all that often. All the ladies swoon over him, but I'm the one that's going to get him. As soon as I'm done with this run, I intend to invite him to go on a late night grazing. If he accepts, we'll see where it goes.

First, though. I'm going to strike a pose. Strike a pose so he'll notice me now, and that means that later tonight, it'll be even smoother. He'll already know how good I look!

Wish me luck.