Just mum and me

This is just me and my mum. She is really nice to me and looks after me everyday at home. Dad seems to leave every morning and go out for milk. It takes him ages to come back but I reckon it is because he has to milk the cow, pasteurise the milk, make a plastic bottle, seal it and then get it home cold. He is very clever.

Anyway back to mum. She looks after me and we have a lot of fun together. She has recently invented something that I don't like that much though......... the naughty step. This is where I go if I am having a little bit too much fun. The other day I was put on it for touching something that I am apparently not allowed to touch. I don't get that, given that everything in this world has been put there for me, me and only me.

This is me on the so called "naughty step". If you look closely you will notice my procured balloon and you will also notice that I am innocent. Innocent of what you may ask? Innocent of kicking the cat. That furry piece of flea infested meat was in my way and she was asking for it. Anyway, I didn't do it.

Mum and Dad are going to U2 tonight. Dad reckons that the stage is just going to be a giant soap box for a short-haired activist to preach about poverty and world hunger. Better him going than me.

Jude