I thought Sunday mornings were supposed to be peaceful and relaxing. Not in this place, not today.
I had just finished my little bathe and had settled down for a sleep in the sun.
Stay daddy was watching something on TV that, from what I can work out despite the complicated plot, involved a dwarf running around clad only in a pair of tight blue underpants and a large man in a pink cut-off tank top having his two front teeth knocked out my some woman called Joyce. He seemed to be finding it all very amusing, when I heard a loud shrill in my ear, which wasn't daddy.
I wish someone would turn off that car alarm, it made me jump nearly out of my fur.
Almost more to the point what on earth is he watching?
