Now the snow is melting, that means it's shrinking away and all that's left are crispy bits at the edges - and I have to walk along these bits- you see I really like the snow.
I really like sisters too- apparently- well that's what Mum says- she says I am supposed to like sisters (and I don't mean my feline sisters.) Mum got all excited and told me she'd heard from the lady that has my sister Molly. She says she looks and sounds just like me. Now I'm not so sure there can be another one as pretty as me (right? right? eh?) but Mum says she is just as pretty. Hmmm... whatever.
Anyway her name is Molly and she lives with a boy (a grown up one- yeah right)- called Dylan. A boy... gross.
Mind you he looks rather dishy ...
So, here are some photos of my sister... and Dylan and ME!!!
DYLAN THE DUDE: aw yes he is a bit of a spunk...
MOLLY AND DYLAN: Dylan... Dylan where for art thou...
AGAIN MOLLY AND DYLANNNNNNNN DREAMY DYLAN- she's so lucky! I think I might fancy my sister's brother...
MY SISTER MOLLY
ME!!! Look at me! She looks nothing like me... really... she does? Hmmm.. she's as pretty as me? Really?
Mum made me do this- but it's a bit dark- sorry...
Mum says Molly also steals food from her mum's plate and she gets on the couch.. and when she bites she makes her lick too...
I quite like the sound of a play date.
In fact Mum wants all of us to get together and she hopes to hear from all my brothers as well... I suppose Christmas is coming and Mum says that's a time for family... what's Christmas then?
Did someone say a big fat man in a red suit is gonna come down the chimney... don't make me laugh..
...what he might bring me presents? On second thought...when is he coming? Dear Santa, can I have a Dylan...
