Ooooh here we go, it’s that time again… Never quite know what to think, really, to be honest, more or less. She does this every morning, I know that, and it all seems quite above board, but still, one can never be quite sure.
Best go downstairs for a bit and let him deal with it. He does get the best bits this way of course. I wonder if I’m missing out?
Look at him… nothing ever bothers him does it? Mind you, anyone waving a carrot in his general direction gets rewarded with a double somersault with backflip he’s that excitable.
Oooh, I don’t know… It does smell nice too.
Of course it’s a nice breakfast most of the time, though I don’t care much for that horrid broccoli. I do eat it when no-one is looking, of course. Nobody needs to know, do they?
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