Giving lubs to the 2 foot's nestbox. Mum always knows what I am doing in there, bunless there is sizzling in the kitchen; in which case I is hiding bunderneef. I spend hours licking the pillows.
I must be on a roll. Last night, just as mum was nicely asleep; I vaulted from the floor, onto the side of her face. The air went blue rather quickly, so I had to gallop off before my poor earses was tainted with all the nasty orrid 2 foot werds she was using. Against me? I noes. I is shocked.