Chilly

Brrr, it's turned cold round here and I do not like it one little bit. Dad, my reliable bean radiator, has abandoned me and returned to his day hunting in the old smoke, Mum never sits on the sofa in the day. It's ok, I've been cuddling up with my brofur, Jacky Ginge, and this morning, Mum had a lie-in because Dad had been snoring all night (again) so I made myself comfy on her legs. Oooh cosy. Not sure mum was so comfy!

Present

Mum and Dad got this new big seat thingy in the lounge. It's awesome. Mum made me some new cushions in nice old cloths and put my eidy on here. As such, I reason this is surely a new bed for Charlie Boy, no?

Christmas has come early.

Helpful

Today, we gingers are helping mummy with her sewing, she says she is busy working for a crafty fair. Sounds odd. It's cold, mum's sewing room is the warmest room in the house until the toasty fire gets roaring later. Hey, that's like me, I'm a lion, I roar. Generally for my dinner, though.

Life is...

...a cosy eidy.

Bob

Mum got a new book on Thursday and is a bit potty about it. Just who is this Bob character, anyway? She keeps muttering on about him wearing a cute scarf. Well I'm sure Jacky Ginge would love one...

Me?  Forget it.  I'm a cat.