Just that this morning, I couldn't fathom why I could stomach plain keebles and decided to do my hunger strike again. Mumsy isn't too concern though. She told me I have just finished the whole can of chicken drummets and she ain't gonna ever buy it for me again. *sob*
The wheekend was pretty quiet. It was raining off and on so we didn't go to school. I didn't go for my usual walks too cos it was too wet or raining when it was time for me to stretch my legs. Despite being much cleaner than usual (since I was indoors for a few nights), I had to have my usual shower! Pooh! I protested during the blow drying and bit Daddy hard on his arm. For that Daddy refused to play, talk or even look at me for the rest of the evening, no matter how hard I tried. He did his disappearing act at some unearthly hour this morning before I had my chance to say sorry. Well, I guess I have to act all contrite when he returns on Friday for good.
Mumsy said I should take this chance to introduce the person who was the ORIGINAL Fussypot Pants. She met up with Auntie Hui Xian and Auntie May on Sat (BUT she didn't bring me along!) for lunch and coffee. And with them was Miss Fussypot Pants: Cate! Cate is older than me by 5 months and she is one of the tiny but smart hoomans I was telling you about. She speaks my language, likes to throw things around, like to lick everywhere, likes to scream (or bark) for attention, and... she is a Fussypot Pants too! She lives with Auntie H, and apparently Cate chooses to drink her milk powder by brands! If Auntie H buys a brand she doesn't feel like drinking, Cate goes on a hunger strike! Sounds like my soulmate! I think I am in love!
Here's a photo of Miss Fussypot Pants. I would prefer if she was hairier, but I ain't gonna complain.