Yummy presents

Mum just returned home rather late from work. She was bearing a can of lager. An open can of lager, how embarrassing hope none of the neighbours spotted her. Fortunately at 8am on a Sunday morning most people (if they have any sense at least) are still tucked up under the duvet.

We were starving and to that end screaming our heads off to the point that our ears where flapping with the exertion of our yelling.

It then became apparent why our slave was late, she smelt of cat! She is looking after our lovely Aunty B's cat. Just to clarify it is Aunty B that is lovely, not the cat. We don't do cats, particularly exploring the inside of their tummies.

Aunty B it would seem has gone on her holidays leaving the cat in our slaves care. The cat was in a bit of a strop this morning by all accounts. He has a good right to be, disappearing slaves are not good, who gave them permission to go on holiday? (we must admit though mummy has trained our stand in slave well)

However, out of this good things have come our lovely Aunty B has left us very yummy and delightful presents. Sweetcorn and carrots, thank you Aunty B we love you. She is also responsible for mummy showing us in public, she left mummy the can of "speckled hen" not a tin of chicken or even chicken soup. It's a tin of lager, unfortunately it rolled off the front seat on the way home so to save spraying us and the house in beer she opened it outside hence why her cringe worthy enterence looking like an alcoholic.

In responce to this, we have come up with a fabulous idea, why doesn't mummy become a full time cat sitter and get paid in yummy veggies for us. Sod the mortgage!

Love Scampy-Joe