11 May 2012
Day 8: A diary entry in a pet's perspective.
11th May, 2012. Smudge Bryan, England, The Shed.
7:00am- Ugh, humans again, I can hear them all the way from our haven! Straightened my fur as soon as they awoke me, as the vigorous daily routine I keep up must be abstained. Fudge was grumbling a great deal this morning (something about the time), but of course she's not as alert as me. Off to breakfast now, tally ho.
8:00am- Finally, they're gone. Good riddance, I say. They may feed us, but they make an awful racket.
9:00am- Just had a nap. Think I may have another one before lunch.
9:36am- Giddy Guinea-Pigs! A cat just stalked past the window! I say, Fudge almost jumped out of his fur. Unsqueakably frightened of the things, poor chap.
12:00am- After a pleasant lunch of hay with my dear friend Messy, we departed to our own leisures. I've been accustomed to playing golf with a stick of cucumber and small cherry tomatoes. I don't dare let Fudge play though, she doesn't tend to use tomatoes. (Last time it made quite a mess on the walls of our establishment)
3:00pm- Humans are back, and I was just in the middle of another nap- Looking this good takes time, you know.
4:00pm- I squeaked the daily food order to a boy passing my window. He looked quite alarmed, but of course he was probably just shocked at my polite manner of squeaking.
5:00pm- Food, at last! The humans didn't even serve cucumber, like I asked them to. How am I supposed to play golf now?
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