Help me!
That Thing suddenwy has this idea that he doesn't feel secure enough and is scared to sweep awone.
And when he sweeps, he has to be touching me before he can fall asweep.
Wooky at his icky wittle foot touching mine handsome butt!!!!
Sigh....the trials of a handsome, genius, gentleMANcat shall never end...
Wook here, I don't know what came over That Thing today, but he seems to suddenwy think I'm the most awesome thing on earth. He keeps walking over to me and saying "I woves you wots" and twying to snuggle with me, and attempting to kiss me and stuff.
I'm a bit wowwied if it's because he's got a few whaps on the head too much.
So here I am, showing him exactwy what I think of all his wovey dovey stuff.
Eeeksss....
Not that I want to tell tales of That Thing just a day before his purrthday, but do you know what he did?!
This morning I was sweeping peacefuwwy and dweaming of cans of stinky goodness and wots and wots of BBQ pork when I heard swurping sounds coming fwom the toiwet.
Mine Mummy never makes swurping sounds when she uses the toiwet, so I had to get up and investigate.
And you know what I saw?
That Thing....That Thing...was dwinking for all he's worth, fwom the toiwet bowl!
EEEUUGGHHH!!!!!!
Wemind me never ever ever to kiss him.
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