Poo and Pooh
Lookout, Dad’s rolled over. Is he? Yes he is! He’s sitting up, standing. Walking out to the…..kitchen!! (after a brief detour).
Doughal’s off like a rocket, Barney not far behind. I’ll just snuggle against Mum a little longer & let Doughal hassle Dad for breaky. Barney can do backup. It is, after all, still dark.
There it is. The fridge door is open & I’m OFF! Chicken Necks this morning. Hooray…..That didn’t last long. What’s next? Back to bed with Mum & Doughal. Barney’s hanging with Dad.
I wonder if I stay under the blankets if anyone will notice me now they’ve all gone. Uh oh, here comes Mum. I’ll do my ‘stuck to the bed, I can’t hear you’ trick. Must… think… heavy..
Rats, Mum’s not falling for it, she’s shovelling me out of bed & closing the door behind me. I’ll just have to go to my second favourite spot on my lounge. Oh Poo (that’s my nick name, you know- it’s a lot nicer than the other version I get when they’re really annoyed with me-‘little *#@*’), Barney’s already there, I’ll just jump up to my high spot at the window next to Doughal, drape my legs on either side of the lounge, get comfy, wriggle, annoy Doughal, and growl at the people outside.
ZZZZzzSnuffleZZZZSnorezzzzZZZZSnoreZZZZzzzzGruntZZzzzSnort.
Wha, what was that noise!?! Oh I know. Me. Snoring. Mum reckons you can see the walls being sucked in & out when I snore. I think she’s making it up. I think she’s talking about my really big brother Michael.
Mmmmm. Something smells good. I think it’s Barney. Yep, it’s Barney. Mum just walked out of the office & nearly fell over. He’s good at that. I try very hard to live up to his example. Sometimes I think I actually outdo him! Mum says I can strip paint off the ceiling, whatever that means.
Great. LUNCHTIME. Wonder what Dad’s having today. We love to hassle Dad. Mum just gives us an evil look & we all run to Dad. He puts bits of his sandwhich on his plate: 1,2,3, then we know he’ll give us a taste. Doughal’s the best at counting, so we watch him. Sometimes I can’t help myself & give a woof- that’s not allowed, & sometimes I get so excited I sit up & pump my front paws vigorously. Visitors love it, they think it’s a trick! Mum & Dad tell me to settle, or secretly tell me it’s good exercise. It’s hard work when I go really fast. But I so want some of Dad’s food. And I’d really love Doughals’ & Barneys’ too. But that’s not allowed. Get into BIIIIG trouble thinking like that.
Lunchtime’s over. Oh well. Now to my other favourite place. My own bed (which I share with Doughal ’cause he’s the boss) under Dad’s desk in the office. Hmmmm. ZZZZZzzzzzZZZZSnoreZZZZzzz.
Beni- A Well Educated Kitty
