Miss Pancake
We got up early this morning, because Zita had to go to Mister Rogers’s make you beautiful shop.
To get her hair cut. But not all off. That is good.
So I got up on the big comfy bed and kept Craig company.
When he was all dressed Zita got home.
And we had coffee together.
Then Zita went up to visit Craig’s mother and to keep Auntie Jane company.
Uncle George came for a little visit and to have some coffees.
But I did not know him, so I stayed in the den on my comfy sofa.
Then he went to take Auntie Jane to lunch, and Zita came home to have some of those angry buns.
Because it is angry buns time. My goodness me.
We had those buns last year too.
I got some. They were a bit sticky.
Then we talked to my friend Emmet on Craig’s flat computer.
Dr. Alice was at her mother’s visiting the cats. Oh well.
We talked to Emmet about his Grandma, because she is going to the very far away heaven pretty soon.
Tonight when everybody is fast asleep I will talk to my friend Miss Poppy.
So she can be right there at the front door, when Emmet’s grandma gets there.
Craig said there is only a front door, so people do not get lost. That is a good idea,
Maybe Emmet’s grandma will remember that Poppy is a lovely lady Bouvier, not a boy.
My big smelly brothers are boy Bouviers.
Because she always forgot Poppy is a lady. My goodness me.
Miss Poppy will show her all the very delicious restaurants and hotels right on the beach. Ha.
Then Emmet had to go to get dinner all ready.
So Zita went up to keep Auntie Jane company while they watched Craig’s mother.
My friend Niamh came over, and she put my special blanket on the living room sofa.
So I could sit on it and keep her toasty warm. Ha.
But then I got too hot and went too fast asleep on the floor.
When Zita got home we had toasty cheesies for our dinner. They are our favourites.
Then Zita took Niamh to Mister Tyler’s apartment, and then she went to visit Craig’s mother for a bit.
Craig watched his hockey game, but I had a sleep until Zita got home.
Then it was our bedtime.
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