Well i turned up here two year ago.. I had know where to live
.. then found "this" lovely place.... things abit up and down for a few months as Mum said I could stay, and Dad said not... but being a CAT.. Purrrrrrrrr, wormed my way in.. (Dad was a push over)
Anyway... All going good..... Then my "Grandema" FELL?
and she came to stop with us.... well thats ok, as it ment I had someone to look after me, while M&D were working...
I had the run of the place... Grandema.. stayed for months... Purrr... then one day she went
Someone mentioned a dog
Any way.. months later, just when I had got settled in to my "BEDROOM" I'm told.. Grandema is is coming back!!!!,, for a few days....
and I have to share my bedroom! Mum asked me tonight, "did I mind"?.. Well yes I do... "ITS MY ROOM"!!!! I don't want to shear... its my bed!
Mum says it for a week.... (she said that last time... & it turned into months)
Now I know I shouldn't grumble... but its my room! why should I share? I love having my own space.... and Mum always calls me the "KING" of the close... so me thinks when Grandema.. comes to stay.... she can live in my old room.... it's called the garage..!!! there is a nice soft bed in there.. its, dry.. and it has its own door!.. LOL... and she won't bother me... or my mates... (little ted & big ted) :happy: we know what we like to watch on daytime TV!
Hay..hooo only a few days this time... fingers x'd