Getting my own back

One day last week my servant was being jolly unfair. I wanted to go outside and, for some reason, she totally ignored me. It was a sunny day, the birds were beckoning, the squirrel was just waiting to be chased down the path but I appeared to be under house arrest.

I spied her lovely bright red Ignes handbag on the carpet near my scratching pole. So, to get my own back, I went over and had a wee on it. It got the desired effect. She was pretty cross with me and shooed me out the flat. :)