It's my Mummy two legs' birthday today and I asked my male personal shopper to go and get me a card for her.
"Tell you what Casper, I'll make you one for her" he replied chippily
"Oh no please!" You know what happens when he makes something. There's chaos everywhere; lots of shouting and blaming all the tools and something rather epculiar at the end of it.
I could do nothing but smile sweetly at him and pray that it went reasonably well. I think Max and Seb go straight to her and say what they want without the need for the subterfuge. Well of he goes into his little room and there's rustling of card and the crash of things falling over as he hunts out scissors and stuff to decorate the card with.
"I know; a cat silhouette!" he shouts out at no-one in particular and another series of crashing and yelling before quietness falls and I peer round the door to see him cutting out intricate shapes and sticking little bits of paper all over the place. I thought it best that I go for a stroll in the garden. The rain was refreshing and it's always nice to play in the mud puddles that spring up.
I left it 10 minutes or so and thought I ought to show an interest in what he was doing so went back in. he had done a pretty decent job and was putting the finishing touches to his masterpiece. i jumped up for a closer examination and walked across the card.
My muddy paw prints showed where I had been. I knew I was in for trouble. I ducked to hide from him.
"Oh nice idea, Casper - your own signature on the card. Smart fellow!"
You never can tell how these two legs will react can you?
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