...Er, um, Hello!

My name is Augustus. I have parents. Sometimes life can be difficult. I possess the great skill of being able to charm the socks off of anyone who chances to spot me, a rare occurrence indeed. [The spotting, that is; not the charming!]
However, for you, Dear Reader, I am prepared to divulge my deepest thoughts and perspective of the world, mostly because if I don't tell somebody what is going on around here, I am going to pop!
But be warned, proceed with caution: Living with Mummy and Dad can be rather harrowing at times...

Wednesday, September 5, 2012


Down came the rolled-up magazine immediately behind, causing me to jump not a little and loosening my moorings from the marble tile. I gave Mummy a “What the devil?” look then turned in a circle to get a view of the crash site.

There must be some explanation, I thought. The obvious one aside (Mummy has gone mad) and desiring to extend the benefit of the doubt, surely there was some just cause for her paper-wielding outburst.
What I observed as Mummy raised the homemade swatter was a dazed but menacing-looking eight-legged creature who had apparently been stalking me unawares and who appeared still intent on his evil deed, providing he could first catch the license number of that truck.

 I was astonished!

To think that if Mummy had not been hanging around idly rolling up papers, I might have been an Arachnid Breakfast.

Or at the very least, my wild fur would have become a home for wayward spiders.


1 comment:

  1. tee hee - you could have been bitten! Mummy to the rescue again, I see. ;)