Flynn's Story - more mischief...

Look at me!! I have grown.  I have now got longer legs.  My Dad used to measure me with the metal tape measure - you know those ones you buy from the DIY.  Well I hate it!  Everytime its taken down off the shelf I attack it, and I really go mad.  Not sure why, but Mum does try and make me sniff it and get used to it as both my Mum and Dad need that tape measure to do up the house!   They have been forced to use a wooden rule. 

Now why am I being called a pick pocket.  Well the reason why is because I pretend I am walking side by side with my Dad, but when he isn't looking I put my nose in his pocket and pinch his hankie, then run off with it and hide it.  LOL Mum gets told off because Dad thinks I take them from the ironing basket, and if she did the ironing more often, there would be none to take - then when he puts his hand in his pocket no hankerchief!!!  Ha Ha

 

 Now watch this.  Thats me down near the bottom of Mum's fleece top.

 

 

See what I got.  The elastic bit from around the waist.

 



 "Leave it alone" Mum says.  Not likely - this is fun.  Pull it a bit tighter ....

And ping!!!.....Ouch.....just grab it again and pull.....
 

and ping!!  Fun isn't it.  I think so, but Mum doesn't she says it hurts.....

I am mean to the cat.  She just wants to be in the same room as me and I pounce on her.  I don't know why because I really love her.  I guess I am trying to have a game, but she just wants the company.  She is nearly ten years, so I guess she is too old to play.

There are moments when all this daily activity gets tiring and and when a man needs a rest, he just got to rest.....