The Duvet Disaster and a bad case of potty mouth!
As Cicero would say ‘cane mala
non biscoctus!’ In my case that would mean no kibbles for being bad so I’m
hardly bothered. The duvet fiasco
started when my human decided to make a hot water bottle as the weather had
turned decidedly cold. After my pleas
for cuddles were repeatedly ignored I ventured upstairs for a little shut eye.
The duvet looked so inviting so pounced into the warm comfort of the Hungarian
goose down and snuggled up all happy and content. It was very late when my human slipped into
bed. I was awoken by my human’s sharp intake of breath followed by a hissy fit
and a bad case of potty mouth. It would
appear that my leaping on the hot water bottle had caused a major rupture and
it had sprung a leak. Abandoned ship and disappeared to sleep in the spare
bedroom. There’s no such thing as
loyalty when its sleep time??????
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