I don’t ask for much but I do like a good snuggle in the morning. Yesterday morning I wheeked and wheeked and Mummy . . . didn’t come straight away. Of course, this just won’t do, so I chewed my cage clip in just the right way that it popped open, squeezed passed the food bowl and out of the cage. On the floor now, I gave myself a little shake down.
Now to find the hoomans. “I’m just coming piggies.” Mummy’s sing song voice called from the kitchen. Bother! She was not going to be happy to see me out of my cage . . . again. I am the reason there is stuff propped against the cage all night and only moved to give us breakfast in the morning.
I climbed the cage and peeked in. Buddy sat at the breakfast bowl sniggering. “Not funny, you’ve gotta let me in!” I hissed.
“Basil!” said Mummy’s shocked voice behind me.
Without waiting to hear what she had to say, I made a mad dash for behind the cage and ducked under the pile of newspapers. “He let himself out.” said my little hoomans voice from the sofa, “I don’t think he even noticed I was in here!”
I peered up and saw him leaning over the edge of the sofa and smiling at me. Busted!
“Basil.” Mummy called sternly. There was nothing else for it. I strolled round the cage and to where she stood, looking up with my biggest innocent eyes.
As if I would do anything naughty Mummy! Really, I’m shocked you’d even suggest such a thing.