Yesterday morning mum risked another coffee in bed, after the great coffee incident of a couple of weeks ago. Now I'm not saying that I did what my attorney-at-claw, Queen Meeshka, advised me to do, but mum did find a black hair in her cup. It wasn't hers, she has long blonde hair. It wasn't dad's (although I thought I might use that defence, as he made the coffee in question). Dad has short blonde hair. Salvador has brown and grey and white fur. Since I am the only one with black fur in the family, the finger has been pointed at me again!
*Sigh* I tell you, it's just not fair.
On the plus side, Grandpa came to visit on Friday and I let him pat me and rub my belly. I don't let anyone rub my belly, I hate it. He should feel special. He and mum watched some football game on the telly.
But even more excitingly, my favourite mouse has been found! It's the first one mum ever bought for me when I came to live here. We thought it was lost for good but mum thinks the cleaner found it on Thursday. I don't know where it's been all this time but I'm so happy to have it back. Here's a photo: