Hu- Dad is not here. I am the boss for the weekend. Mumma sayed words like, ‘In your dreams,’ and ‘I think not,’ but I don’t know what those word means, so I doesn’t listen to them. Then she sayed if I am the boss, why is the stinky cat drinking out of my water bowl & leaving his cooties in there, and why is the stinky cat whopping me on the nose with his paw. So I just ignored her after that.
I do wish Dadda would come home right now, even though I do like being the boss, because that hu-Mum is fery fery awfully bad at looking after the warm firey thing.
Here is a pickture:
Can you see any nice warm flames??? Because I can not. I fink she does not give it enough food. Then it goes out. Then I get fery cold.
At least she remembered to give ME food. I hope she will remember to take me for walkies.
Counting the sleeps until my hu-Dad comes home.
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