I like this little HIM.
Saturday, 11 October 2008
THEY are not amused with the hair on the sofa. THEY wont let me sit where I want to. It is an infringement of my feline rights. I am going to write to my MP. I should be able to go where I like, freedom of movement it is called. I do so much for THEM after all. I am decorative, give hours of conversation starters, cheap to feed, do all my own washing, and grace their evenings with my presence. And what do THEY do? They run off and get a sticky roller , move me out of the way, and roll the sofa. Honestly is is worse than those afternoon adverts HE sees everyday for Bobble Gone. I do quite like the cloth of Gold THEY have found for me to lounge on .