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.
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