The other day the they were having a big tidy-up. The old man looked worried as he always does when someone called The-Mother-In-Law. I think she worries him.
They were gathering my toys together into a cardboard box and I heard the old woman sar: "What on earth does she do with all those toys we buy her?"
She tilted the box and few furry mice and a half-chewed cardboard bird rolled to one side. She shrugged and carried on with the housework. I closed my eyes and started to dream about real mice and birds.
Suddenly my pleasant reverie was broken by a yell.
What was wrong? I thought I'd better go and see so I strolled into the living room… and the picture above is very similar to what I saw. The old woman didn't have her camera ready (unusual; she's usually got it practically stuck up my nose) so she found this on the internet to show all her friends on Facebook.
Personally, I think that's a sheer invasion of privacy. I AM NOT AMUSED.
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