As I've been a really really good boy lately, Mum bought me a new toy. Its a rubber yellow monkey. My name for it is Mr Yellow Monkey, but Mum calls it 'monkey'. It makes a squeaky sound when you bite his arms, legs or torso, and he is fun and chewy. He doesn't seem to break apart like my other victims (aka toys) and there doesn't seem to be anything to disembowel. Well, yet, for now maybe not....
I bring Mr Yellow Monkey all around the house with me, showing him all of my domain. He keeps smiling at me so he must be really happy.
I love to play tug with Mum, and she didn't seem to want to let go, so I just hung on. This game is fun! Until she says "Ous" that is... then I let go.
So believe it or not, the pretty Christmas tree is still up!! Its the 30th day of January Mum!! It has become a bit of a joke, to see how long Mum will leave that tree standing.
Gulp! Gulp! I run down the stairs to show Daddy my new toy when he gets back from work, but he seems to be upset, "What? Another new toy? How many new toys have you bought Kimi this week?" He asked Mum. Silence.