I have taken to spending most of my time (as soon as the door is open for me to get into the room) behind the armchair in the lounge. I love it there. It's quiet, cool and carpeted. Woe betide anyone who pulls me out
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I'd left a few sticky squidgey poos around this morning. Mum was concerned I was ill. Dad said - what did mum expect - any boy would be 'loose' if he was having his "+**+$%**" off Thursday!
What can this mean - I'm no longer squidgey so am I in the clear for tomorrow?!