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?
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