Thursday, 12 November 2009


Sat minding our own business this afternoon, me and my siblings, when four pink, toothy-smiley people came bothering us. Dragged surreptitiously out of our nice, warm huddle and made to parade like cattle in front of them. Seems I drew the short straw and was dragged kicking, screaming, nipping and peeing out of the only home I've ever known like some moronic big brother contestant, then transported to what appears to be an insane asylum. Mind you, at least its warmer than home. Don't think much of the decor, although there is the remnants of a dead cow on the floor. Unfortunately its been picked clean before I even got here, not a morsel left on it, just the skin.