Today I managed to squeeze in a little norty before breakfast.  I snuck into the front room, and found the biscuit jar which had been left by the side of the sofa.  I tipped it over, got off the lid and took a chocolate chip digestive.  Ooh, 'twas YUM!  I also wanted a Bourbon biscuit, but My Mum found me, told me off and sent me back to the kitchen.  She told me I didn't deserve my breakfast but decided her life wouldn't be worth living if I spent the day hungry so she relented.  A minor victory, I think you'll agree.   

On Saturday, a lady delivered a very pretty flower arrangement.  She told My Mum that it would need topping up with water and it would be best to do that in the kitchen in case it leaked.  My Mum did just that, and then pushed the arrangement to the back of the worktop out of harm's way.  She went upstairs for just a little while, but became aware of an unusual noise.  Unfortunately for me, she discovered me munching through one of the roses.  She wasn't very pleased and I got a telling off.  Never mind . . . 'twas YUM!