Hey these two legs are a pair of woosies really. Last night there was a bee flew into the lounge and there was all this panic from them. Getting papers out to shoo it out and shouting to one another about where the bee was.
Sebastian opened one eye from his slumbers in his bed and gave me a knowing look. Max said it was a good sign if bees were about - it meant it was getting warmer and he crawled back under his duvet to go to sleep.
Now when there is a panic in the house I feel I should be the one to restore calm so I went to help them chase the poor little bee out of the French doors. Not sure why but he clearly didn't want to go out into the chill of the evening and took up a position on the curtains just out of reach of the two legs' flailing paper swatters. I had to admire the little furry fellow - he knew what he was doing.
"Casper. This should be your job. You're here to stop intruders!" thundered two legs.
What I thought. Me? I am a tiny little fellow and the two legs are giants and yet they expect me to go into battle against any intruder. Typical. You do everything you can to make them feel comfortable and still they expect more of you.
I trotted away in a huff and decided I would show them.
I came back ready for the job and caught the bee and sent him out into the cold of the evening. Satisfied> I asked
Do you know they didn't even thank me!
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