My chair

Well, you'll never guess what happened today! No you won't not in a million years, and I can hardly believe it myself.

THEY went out this afternoon, AND THEY TOOK ME WITH THEM.

Yes, they did. We all went down to Auntie Wendy's in the car, and I wasn't sick. No I wasn't. In fact I even enjoyed the drive on account of I was sitting on her lap.

When we got there, Auntie Christine was there, and a new man called Uncle David.

There was one tiny glitch when SHE had to go back out to the car for something, and I thought she was going to abandon me, but she didn't - she came right back in the house again, and I was so happy I spun round in circles.

We all stayed for tea, and another miracle happened. I got a little bit of chicken. The same chicken that they were eating. It was wonderful.

And then we all came home together.

SHE took this picture of me sitting in a chair that used to belong to HIS mother. That means it must be ever so old, on account of he's not young, and I never even knew his mother. But it's a lovely chair, and when I stay with Auntie Wendy it's my chair, and I sit there with my paws hanging over the edge.

It's been a lovely day!