The other day....
Mummy and Flapper sat me down.
They wanted to have a serious talk with me.
I pretended I was listening....

"Oh lookie! That's Fluffy at the corner. I want to go slobber him!", I thought to myself.

Oh yes, I am having a oh-so-serious meeting with mummy and Flapper.

Frodo! you got to make yourself more useful and start writing your own stories!

I bolted off.
Needed to slobber Fluffy.

Wait.
What's the meaning of useful again?
Never heard of it.
Don't know it.
Don't wanna know it.

I stick toys in Flapper's mouth, I irritate him till he plays with me, I insist that the toy in his mouth is the one I want, I slobber Fluffy, I annoy both Fluffy and Frappe, I smack my tail at mummy's and daddy's face, I step all over Flapper... AND!  I make grandpa a very happy man.

That's useful.... no?

"What da ya mean write my own stories?  That is too much work." (Photo credit: Nicholas Lee of Furry Photos)

So mummy wrote in the last post about my genius brother's brain.
Yes, yes, he is the smarty pants of the family.
He catches all the balls.
He figures everything out.
He is the apple of mummy's eyes.

They think I know not.
Mummy, Daddy and Uncle Nic are always laughing at me.
They love knocking on my head just to hear the echoes.
They love laughing over my inability to catch toys.

But who cares?
Everybody [else] loves.... ME...

AND!

I make everyone laugh.

I win!

It does not matter that I could only catch the ball/toy once out of twenty tries.
The point is, everyone cheers and loves me when I do.
That's all that matters.

So here we go....

My video of me attempt to get that fiddly flighty dang toy.



DID YOU SEE THAT?

FLAPPER STOLE THE TOY RIGHT OUT OF MY MOUTH!

I need to go complain to grandpa.
Now.

Bye.


P.S. Frodo, grandpa is not in town.  Bye. Love, Flapper.