REMEMBER LAST SPRING’S STORY ON THE GREAT DEFORESTATION FESTIVAL …
Mostly I love winter … our sad excuse for winter … our coolish weather.
But, there’s always a but …
Winter legs. Just as creatures grow a more luxuriant winter coat, so do Mum’s legs. Now, I’m not saying she totally ignores the deforestation process in winter; let’s just say her attention to detail is not as diligent as in summer. As a result I’m forced to endure …
Prickly, tickly, stubble. Stubble I scrape against when I’m trying to enjoy a snuggle under the doona on the chilliest nights. I’ve considered suggesting Mum attaches an elastic strap to the bottom of her jammies to keep them anchored to her feet, or wear a grown-up version of a baby jumpsuit.
But I don’t think I’d be game.
Oh, Happy Day. This wonderful sunny morning in Paradise starts the GREAT MAGICAL DEFORESTATION FESTIVAL, when even the faintest evidence of stubble is removed, skin exfoliated and buffed to a sheen that even Charlie would envy, then moisturised and nourished to within an inch of its life.
And it’s all thanks to Moo Goo.
Strange name, you could even say odd.
Moo Goo don’t have a clue who we are … Mum just loves their stuff and wants to share the joy. I think the fact that it involves her favourite farm animals, Moo Cows, plays an important part.
Mum loves Moo Goo because it’s natural and safe.
If ever there was a product to make your skin as smooth as a baby’s bottom from head to toe, it’s Moo Goo. Mum adores the full-cream moisturiser that smells of Apple and Honey. I’ve even been known to sidle alongside and give her ankle a little lick. She also swears by their anti-Aging Cream with Resveratrol.
It’s going to be a happening summer in Oz.
And, best of all, no more Winter Stubble for another year.
Fast forward to NOW … look what I’ve discovered for this summer.
TA DA … BACON SHAVING CREAM
Man oh man I’ll have to buy a jar on the internet and pop it in the bathroom cabinet as a surprise.
Apparently the flavour lingers on the skin. What a tasty pair of pins Mum will have. Then I’ll need to figure out how to have a schlurp without appearing like a leery leg stalker.
Smooth, hair-free legs smelling of bacon … what more could a cat ask for?
I hope the neighbourhood dogs don’t get a whiff.