This song by Rod Stewart kinda sums up what i'm feeling now. Some guys DO have all the luck.
As you all know, my hooman left me for 4 ENTIRE DAYS with a TOTAL STRANGER last week. Happily she went off to some market in Thailand. Her excuse was... she wanted to get me a new bed because it is cheaper there. Yes yes.. my hooman is a cheapo cheaper cheapskate.
Here's me in my new bed.
Fitting in.. trying to fit in.. turning left and then right.. and then left again.
Don't you think that this bed is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy too small for me? She must be outta her tootles when she's off shopping and just grab a bed for me when it was time to go home. I think she even forget how i look like when she was crazy shopping for other things. That's how she ended up with a smaller than small bed for me.
I did try to fit into it... made myself comfortable. It is very comfy and fluffy... but i am getting CRAMPED LEGS.
Now i am back to my old ikea donut bed with part of my new bed. Nowwww.. this is the right size and comfort. Don't you think so?
My silly hooman will need to bring me along next time if SHE wanna do some bed shopping for me.
Now we are left with a empty half of a bed.
Some guys do have all the luck. Mr P got a perfect size new yellow bed. I think there's favouritism going on around here. How come his bed looks so comfy and big... and cuter... and and and... with wings.
I am the thinkings and the thinkings... i am not loved. BoohoohoooooooooooooooooOOOOooooo On second thoughts... even this blog is named after him. BoohooooooooooooooOOOOoooo
Does anyone want a Curly?
I am good...
I am obedient.
I eat not a lot.
I sleep quite a lot.
I love walkies.
I love women.
I don't quite like very small kids that tug my tail.
I love to chase cats and I love to eat cat food too.
I am Curly.
I am handsome.
I am mostly funny.