Friday, January 2, 2015

Noisy New Year

Don't ask me about my New Year. IT WAS AWFUL, and it was all that stupid Lenny's fault. I'll put a picture of him on the bed from last year:
Snore snore snore! 
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Yuck, right? Well, Lenny is not actually only Friend's dog. He's her father's too! So that means that whenever her father is home, he goes and snoozes on his feet. Yuck! He has recently got a trainer (I know because I was here on the computer, sleeping on the seat and Friend shook me off). The got him online and I think he'll come this week or something.
So, now my New Year. When everyone was doing the countdown, I slithered into the kitchen and hopped onto the dinner table, because I knew they were having roast chicken and why waste leftovers when you can feed them to your sweet pussy? But then I slipped on the slippery table cover and I toppled into the Big Black Bonker-head. We both went rolling into the counter and in that little door where the pipes are. Thanks to my yowling, we were saved!