My turn on the blog. Tabatha went first - 'cause she's a girl, she said. (And because she said she would go and tell Mum if we didn't let her go first) Girls.. what can you do? Apparently not much because Mum gets cross when we jump on her and kick and bite her.
Like Tabatha said, she isn't our real Mum. but she has spent the time raising us, and bottle feeding us when we were really little. She had lots of help though.. the people at the school, Aunty Carrie, and even Dad used to get up early to help feed us.
Mum calls me Smart-arse Smitty - I'm pretty sure she is being nice. Dad always laughs when she says it so I guess so. I think she means that I am so clever about things, which I am.
You would know me right away, 'cause I have a stumpy tail. It got chopped by the verandah door and the vet had to cut a bit of it off and then fix it up. I was really brave and didn't cry much at all - now I look pretty good, I reckon.
I am a pretty awesome hunter as well and can catch lizards, birds and snakes. It doesn't make Mum happy though... she says I should be catching the mouse eating the bread in the pantry, instead of terrorising the wildlife in the backyard. Last time I brought a little baby snake in, she said she was going to turn me into a slipper!
Anyway, better go for now. I think I just heard Mum come in.
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