Yes, it’s true. This week the story is entirely autobiographical. Wuss and I are like twins seperated at birth, except those few key major differences. He is 13, I am 24. He is furry, I am (god be praised) not.
But we are two peas in a pod he and I. And I would like to stress that it is not moaning, it is simply expressing ones emotions and observations on certain important matters. That’s what all the psychologists say we should do. It’s healthy.
If it’s cold, I shall say so. If I am hungry, I shall say so. If Wuss has a hairball stuck up his nose, he should be allowed to express his annoyance.