Last night, I decide to stay in the fridge after I was sent there for trying to sell my mother’s cosmetics.
Normally, I would have escaped by now as today is Pocket Money day. But my mother want to wash me and put nail polish on my paws so the safest place is to be in the fridge. Grrr.
I will be sending updates from here as long as my father does not realise his iPad is missing.
My parent’s are on a diet. So the fridge has some strange things it. How do they expect me to live on crab sticks and a radish? I found some bacon, which is genial. I just need one of my slaves to cook it for me. I don’t like bacon tartare.
Stand by for more updates!