I am a poor pussy.
I was out last evening having a play fight with Sebastian when we found this walking ball in the garden. It was quite small and I thought we might be able to eat it but Sebastian said no. He said it was OK to play with it and I should go and kick it to him.
Sebastian often suggests Max or I should go and do things while he stays where he is - I think Sebastian is some kind of organiser at heart but he is always grateful when we do as he bids. Anyway I went off to get the ball and then I saw it had a face. The two legs once said something about not eating things with faces but Sebastian had already told me not to eat it.
As I went to jump on it, it curled up into the ball just like Sebastian had said. I thought how knowledgeable he was - maybe I will be when I am his age. So as it was in a ball I decided to give it a big whack with my paw so Seb could stop it as it rolled by. I mustn't send anything too far away from him because he doesn't like to have to chase it.
I pulled my paw back as far as I could and let go with a big whack. The ball didn't move but my paw got stuck on a load of needles sticking out of the ball and I let out a little yelp. The two legs came to see and ranted on about hedgehogs and not pawing them and said I must have my paw bathed and disinfected and carried me in.
As we walked past Sebastian - still prone on the grass - he looked up at me and grinned from ear to ear. you don't think he knew I would get prickled do you?
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