A bowl of cream

I was given a delicious bowl of cream today. It must be a special occasion of some sort, as I only seem to be given cream about once a year.

Nasty stuff for breakfast

I don' t like it when Mr Servant gets up first and gives me my breakfast. He always give me that Nasty Stuff first and then makes me eat it all up before he gives me my Tasty Biscuits.

When Mrs Servant gives me breakfast, she mixes the two up. So I pick out the Tasty Biscuits, eat the gravy, and leave all the Nasty Stuff in the bowl.

Where's my bed?

My comfy, trusted bed disappeared yesterday. I tried looking for it but it really wasn't anywhere to be seen. Luckily I was able to sprawl in the sun on the carpet and then loaf on one or other of the Servants' laps.

But always in the back of my mind was: "Where is my nice warm bed?"

Anyhow, it turned up today. Back in the same place as if nothing had happened. However, it smells all funny - it doesn't smell of me at all any more. And it's not the same colour. It used to be a nice pale grey and now it's white.

I've decided I won't sleep in it.