Very Curly

The fog was down to the treetops and a misty kind of drizzle fell during my eleven o’clock. If we hadn’t known it was daytime, we could have mistaken it for dusk. The damp made my already curly fur coat even curlier, and mum said the you-know-what is overdue. Grr....

Mum decided to make a break in our Harry Potter movie marathon because we’re at the final, very scary ones and she didn’t feel like scary tonight. Even though she’s watched them ten or so times, she still thinks they’re scary. So we watched a movie about a fish. If you can believe that. A fish who tried to find the way back to her family. I got my chew so I was perfectly happy.