Yesterday I told Dad it was about time he did some gardening as I love being outside with him.
"Ok, let's cut the grass" he said.
I wondered what he meant, expecting scissors or something, then I saw him being pulled out of the garage by a red monster. He'd given Pat a shovel and I was shocked to see she was doing MY JOB - thought it was only me that liked picking up pussycat poo. So I hurriedly went off to race her to the finish. She got a bit cross 'cos she apparently wanted to get it all. "Ha!", I thought, "someone's left the back door open, and I know where there's some she's forgotten about". Mum was none too pleased when she spotted what I'd been doing in Charlie-cat's litter tray and she was even less pleased later on. They were all having tea when I realised that I had perhaps overdone the sneaky smelly snacking and suddenly ...... Yeah, you guessed right. Poor mum had to clean up and, feeling rather sorry for myself, I spent the rest of the evening asleep.
I'm fine today though !!
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