Bedtime!!! OK, yeah, bedtime. We all have to go “out, out”. Doughall is going, but I’m not moving until that Angus gets himself off the lounge and out the door. There’s mum trying to lift him (he’s doing that think heavy thing again…I’ve tried that…doesn’t really work for me), there he goes, front feet slowly sliding onto the floor.
Come on An-GUS. I’m standing here waiting for…oh OK..we’re off…running…slow down Angus, I’m not as young as I used to be….quick..puff..puff..Doughall is calling..BAROOOOOOO, BAROOOO. We’ll get that stoopid cat, don’t you worry. One day. Soon. Maybe tomorrow. I’m sure. Positive.
I’m going to be first back in. Heard Dad rattling the tin. Sit up straight. Sit up straight. “Good boy Barney”, Dad says. Waggle, waggle. Yeah, I’m a good boy. In fly the others. They sit up straight too. Dad has already snuck me a little treat before the others arrived…oops, shhh, wasn’t supposed to tell. Mum usually does the treat and bed thing, but she’s busy. And we’re off, racing up the hallway to bed. Bump into Dad’s leg…oomph, shove over..oh sorry Doughall, sir, didn’t realise it was you…just as well Angus cut around the other way. There we are, all lined up in a row. One treat each for being such good boys (except for being loud outside of course, stoopid cat).
“Time to get into your PJ’s” Ah that’s better, off with that collar for the night. And onto my mat. Hang on, where are you going, Dad? I’m sitting here on my bed, in my jammies, waiting and you’ve wandered out. I’m sitting here on my bed, cold. I’m sitting here…oh thank goodness, mum. “What are you doing sitting there all sad and cold? Here, let me cover you up.” Oh, that’s so much better. Mum’s covering be with my red, soft, fluffy blanket. Mmmm, warm. And then, because I get really cold, she’s adding another blanket. Now I can lie down, here I go. So much better. Snuggle, turn, spin, scratch, snort, extra special Barney piggy sound, sigh…..snort.