Now I knew that after the deaths of my former house mates, Minnie and Smudge, that eventually I would be presented with a small fuzzball for a "companion".
I didn't expect what arrived last weekend.
I didn't expect what arrived last weekend.
Given the problems I have had with the Fluff Monster next door and conversations I have over heard I was lead to believe that whatever newcomer arrived would be small and wouldn't have a tail as wide as my head.
I came inside on Saturday afternoon and came face to face with .... a pale grey and white thing as big as I am, somewhat heavier and a whole heap fluffier.
A Fluff Monster in other words, called Bobby of all things.
Worse still he talks.
A lot.
Possibly even more than I do which is saying something.
He has already failed to understand one basic point;
Sidekicks need to be able to be side kicked!
I wonder if he will get the message if I cannonball him?
1 comment:
Oh crap- it's garfield's dad!
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