You’ve got to love the times when they drop
their guard. Just last night they decided to go out while I was nicely cuddled
up in my bed. Needless to say when they left, my eyes popped open. A door had
been left ajar, so I thought I’d take up a comfy residence on the couch.
However that was not the end of this joyous night. My nose was twitching and I snorted
harder and harder…cheese, there was a hint of cheese in the air. Jumping from
my cushion covered paradise I followed my nose. Behind a pile of DVDs lay dad’s
secret stash of Wotsits. Then in a puff of cheese dust, they were gone.
Unfortunately, I really should learn to put things in the bin rather than persistently lick
the packets. Getting caught with cheese dust on your face is kind of a give
away.
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