Darcy writes: Better than nothing, I suppose

My idiot brother was posting yesterday about the lack of goodies, so he was really happy today when Daddy stumbled downstairs and re-appeared with a box in his hands. “Awesome, a box!” he bellowed, “That’s a toy AND a snack!” So Mummy opened the new box and produced some MICE! Now, I’ve been hoping for some of those since a local cat told me how much nummier they are than flies and spiders. So I have to say I was disappointed when it turned out they were just TOY mice.

I soon cheered up when Mummy proceeded to fill the toy mice with catnip and put them on the floor. I had an enjoyable 15 minutes playing with them and then I went to my sofa for a nap. When I woke up Mummy and Daddy were talking about how “mad” I get when I’ve had catnip. They’re so silly, talking about me being mad when there was a load of food on the floor. I think Donncha must have knocked it over, and he even managed to get some in my fur. I don’t even know how he did that. As I say, I was asleep and I had the nummiest dream where I was riding a dragon round the flat, and food kept flying all round me.

Anyway, a big furry monkey wants to use the computer now so I think I’ll go for another nap. Bye-bye!

Toni writes: Almost as daft as her brother.

A couple of weeks ago, Darcy licked a lightbulb. While it was plugged in. And turned on. She burnt her tongue quite badly and we’ve spent the last fortnight trying to save her from herself as she tries to lick the lightbulb again.

My back has just been turned for one freakin’ second and she’s gone and licked the lightbulb again.

Which all begs the question… WHY?

Toni writes: He done gone ate my newspaper.

Donncha has a thing about newspapers. We’re used to this, even if we wish he wouldn’t tear them up before we’ve even had chance to read them. But what he did to my copy of the Daily Mail today (I know, probably my punishment for reading it in the first place) went beyond “oh cute” and into “omigod you little bollocks” land.

It has several gashes in it, some six inches long. And I had to stop the stupid thing from choking on several ripped up pieces he was trying to digest.

Darcy and Austin are really quite sensible, but Donncha? He’s got issues.