I are in the dog house and it is not very actually my fault. Yesterday Mum and dad did have fish and chips for their tea wot was a bit of a treat. Gandhi did decide he wanted some of the treat as well but I did fink it looked a bit strange. He ranned off with some orange and yellow crinkly stuff wot the fish was wrapped in and started to eat it. Because I are an excellent boykin I did save him. I did snatch the orange crinkly stuff from him and very quickly did eat it to stop him being ill. I was very actually quite right. That crinkly stuff do taste marvellous on the way down but it is actually disgusting yucky sicky trick. It is not nice at all. It did take me 6 goes to get the horrid crinkly stuff out of my tummy. I did leave it on the carpet, the sofa and on my bed as a very actual warning to Gandhi not to try and eat it again. Just in case Mum and Dad do forget it is horrid for dogs and cats, I did leave lots of it in the middle of their bed as well. I do fink it was my very actual dooty to make sure they remembered this portant fact. But for some reason I is in the dog house which is all the wrong way round in my head. I has got no brownie points for saving Gandhi and a lot of rude words about it serving me right for being a blinking interfering hogpig. No sympathy. No poor wooface. No you is a hero for saving Gandhi cat from a bad tummy. Nuffink. So I is sulking and on my walk today, I did hignore all of mums treats and suck up to Louise instead. She does know I is a good boykin luffly hero boy, even if mum does actually quite not.
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 09:54:02 +0000
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