It\u2019s official \u2013 they\u2019re weird. Apart from the cow hide rug it seems my master has bought my mistress a table for her birthday. Not just any old table, although strictly speaking it is any \u2018old\u2019 table as the shop had had it for fifteen years and was selling it off. My mistress is now the proud owner of a table that she has called Nicole. Now if you have been reading my diary for a while the name Nicole may ring a bell with you. Nicole was the squirrel in my woodland stories. Well the table is a brass squirrel climbing up a (fake) piece of tree trunk to get to some brass acorns. It has a glass top so that you can see the squirrel properly. I didn\u2019t understand the squirrel was brass at first, so I got under the glass to have a good sniff. It was only when I came out and gently said to my mistress \u201cyou do know it isn\u2019t real\u201d that she explained it wasn\u2019t meant to be. An easy mistake to make on my part.<\/p>\n
The best bit of my week was us all going to bed to watch a film. To be fair I wasn\u2019t so much watching as snuggled up in between them snoring, but there is nowhere I would rather be. Apparently, there was only one brief scene with a dog so I didn\u2019t miss much. Now the house feels very empty and quiet as my master has gone to England and there is only my mistress and me left at home. If nothing else I will be spoilt rotten for a couple of days and get to sleep on the bed at night, as long as I remember to stick to my own side and don\u2019t push my mistress out whilst trying to cuddle up I shall be fine.<\/p>\n
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