I am not a set of handweights

Mr Servant has clearly decided he needs to exercise. But I'm not quite sure why he has to use ME as his 'heavy weights'. I can see some proper hand weights lying around the place but he still prefers to use me. So undignified.

Taking my medicine

I haven't been too well over the winter. In fact, I've been to that Horrible Vet too many times recently. I know exactly what's happening as soon as the nasty cage comes out of the cupboard. The last couple of times, I was trussed up in a towel to go there - but I still knew where I was going.

Mrs Servant thinks she can slip my medicine into my food without my realising. But I have my beady eye on her when she's preparing my meals. I can see exactly how she's doctoring my food. And she thinks I can't taste it!

On the plus side, I do get a rather tasty treat once a day, so that sort of makes up for it. I suppose. Anyhow, now I'm feeling better I don't see why I still need to take my medicine. Let's hope there are no more trips to That Place.

A long, cold winter

I've spent the winter months in semi hibernation. Too cold to go out and too nice and cosy in the flat. So the choice was easy. Snooze in the warmth all day long. Especially by the radiator in the hall or on the Servants' bed. Then, when it does get sunny, I decamp to the sitting room and bask in the sun's rays.