Stop Thief

Oh, he's got his feet under the table now alright, or his paws on the work surface rather. Sniff sniff, he goes, walking around the kitchen trying to see what might be edible, what he could snatch. Bad luck for me, then, that it was the piece of salmon for my lunch. Hugo, I said sternly. What have you done? Where's my lunch? He did his usual smarmy stuff, grinning apologetically, but I've rumbled him now. He's a snatch thief, a creep, and he can't be trusted. He was on hus best behaviour for the first couple of weeks and took me in completely, so that I would take him in completely I suppose. So that was alright then.

I spent a couple of hours at the hairdressers this afternoon, and he was not happy. So when we got home we went straight into the garden for a runaround. The lawn needed mowing, but he raced around the lawnmower barking again so I put him in the kitchen. When I let him out he showed me how cross he was by first pooing in the middle of the lawn, and then peeing up against the pond seat. He's never done either thing in the garden before so he must have been really put out. So instead of awaiting an apology from him I did this. I knew it was coming, and I thought today was the right time. Needless to say he was in 7th heaven.

You looking at me?

I'm ignoring you

And the sitting room sofa too