Saturday, 4 September 2010
Do I look happy? Do I? No. No I do not.
Would you like to know the reason why I do not look at all happy?
Charlie O'Marley. My big brother. He's older then me by four weeks and he seems to think that gives him the right to boss me about.
There has been loads of dirty looks and hisses exchanged recently, but it all came to a head yesterday when my big brute of a brother chased me round the house, managed to corner me in dad's wardrobe and gave me the smackypawing of my life.
Teeth, claws and fur were flying everywhere and we were both shouting some rather rude words at each other. Eventually mum managed to break up the fight and separate us. Charlie was told off and remained in the dog house for the rest of the day.
Mum cannot understand why relations between us have suddenly broken down. We used to play and snuggle together as kittens, Mum has photographic proof!
Anyway Mum is hoping to address the situation, maybe that means she's going to sell Charlie.
What!?! A girl can dream, can't she?
Lola Fannola x