Allegedly I’m grumpy, annoyed and indignant.
I’m really a lot of fun, but I just don’t play well with others.
Dear Diary,
Today we were working in the woods. I tried to drive the car, but she wouldn’t let me. Half way there, we encountered a road block. Luckily we were able to bribe them with carrots, because the silly human didn’t fill out the documentation.
I think it applies to your own tracks, too, right?
Anyway, we went into the woods, where she hooked up the trailer that was stashed there, then went to pick up stuff that needs to go to the dechetterie.
I wasn’t allowed to help with that, because apparently there are a lot of ticks. So I made do the best I could, and had a thorough roll on the back seat, where the head collars are.
I now smell like a horse.
When we got back, the donkey did a trailer inspection and declared it not road worthy. Says it has no CT.
Pfff.
I got out of the car, and the silly thing stared at me as if it had never seen a cat before. Geez. Just because I’m naked…
I’m now back at the house, and am trying to clean the horse smell off, before mum thinks to give me a bath.
I don’t like baths.
Yours,
Pixie, the co-pilot.