If She will be out all day.....

Yesterday was NOT my birthday.

No one sung to me.

No one was extra nice to me.

It's not fair.

Not only did She go out all day but when She got back She then went out again only this time taking Bumper and Him with her.

We were all alone.

I like wool. I like how it feels when I am pulling it out of it's lovely round ball shape and pulling it across the rug.

I don't know why she called me a Bad Boy.

I am not a Bad Boy....I'm not.

Happy birthday to me

Apparently I was born two years ago today. And?

She has sung to me (She is no Shirley Bassey that's for sure) but I note that I still received the same brown nuggets at breakfast. You would think that a birthday would warrant something a little bit more deluxe. May be She is saving that for later. She is going up town, up tempo. I am hoping that this means She may bring me back something good.

In spite of the lack of gourmet cuisine, I guess that my first few years have not been so bad. Although the jury is still out on the 'companion' that They got for me.

And I'm Rufus

He may well be the so called 'good boy' but I am way cuter. FACT.

My fur is fluffier for a start. My face has that naughty but nice thing going on and I can work a room like a demon. Oh yes, see me roll over and give me a belly rub that's what I say.

I am not going to be two tomorrow. I am now seven months old. She says that I really should not be peeing in the dining room anymore. Whatever.

She is also banging on about clocks going back? Sorry? Apparently this makes it unacceptable for us to want breakfast at 6am. All I can tell is that I was hungry, She wasn't in the kitchen and so Rex sent me upstairs to find her, honest. Would this face lie to you?

Hello, I'm Rex

I am the good boy.

I know this because She, that's the female owner, tells me this. Mind you it is normally once he, Rufus, has done something naughty. But it still counts, I am the good boy.

Apparently I am going to be two tomorrow. I am not sure what that means. But I have been informed by She that Bumper is going to come and look after us so She can go to London. Some birthday.

She thinks that I am quite clever, but She hasn't realised that we have hijacked her puter and that we are now blogging. Look out world.