26.1.10
15.10.09
runaway
A few weeks ago, my huMANS took a holiday, and didn't take me. They left me with some neighbours, who spoiled me rotten. Fed me luxury foods I don't get at home, let me sit on the sofas, and fussed over me a lot.Today there was a big thunderstorm. My huMANS were at work. So I decided to head up the road to shelter at the neighbour's place. I slithered through their pet door flap, a dripping wet bedraggled rat. He took pity on me. Lit a fire, let me sit up on the sofa and fed me some Schmackos.
Two hours later my huMANS came to pick me up. They don't feed me Schmackos. Apparently I have to get a part-time job to pay for them. Humphhh! I think I might runaway to the house of Schmackos more often . . .


