It's hard being me... All week we've had fireworks going off around there and it's very upsetting to me! You see people keep setting them off at the back of us and at the front at the same time, leaving us surrounded by fireworks going bang and sparkle all around... How do they expect me to work out which ones to watch?! I can't keep running from the back windows to the front of the ones, it's exhausting me for a start and I usually wind up missing the fireworks anyway... :(So I've taken to my boy's bed with the teddy bears only to find I'm being told off for cleaning them up for him!
Apparently he doesn't think the teddy bears want to keep themselves nicely groomed... I mean how does he know what they want?! He's at school all day, neglecting them. It's me they snuggle with all day long and I just know they want a good grooming now and then - even if it does sometimes bring on premature ageing and even baldness in some cases...! The side effects aren't all that wonderful either, 'cause Mummy and Dad insist on giving me Femalt hairball remedy when I start coughing up multicoloured furballs... Maybe I should insist on my boy only having black or brown teddy bears in future?! ;)
