Dis evening when it time for Din dins my Gwand-da and my Gwand-ma dwove away in Gwand-da car and my Unca Tim and my Mummy dwive away in my Unca Tim car and den after a long time my Gwand-da and my Gwand-ma and my Mummy all comes home in my Gwand-da car. My Unca Tim gone home to see my cousin Polly. Dey has been to de supermarket. Dey put de supermarket bag on de bench in de kitchen but dem do not make Dindins.
Bernie miaow and miaow at dem to huwwy up and make dindins. Now my Gwand-ma tell me dat dem went to a place and had deir dindins dere.
Dey did not take Bernie.
So now me cannot have nice dindins wif de family only dat yukky dwy cat food.
Dem is howwible twicking people
Bernie sad now
Luv fwom sad hungwy Bernie.
Aww sweetie, I'm sorry.
ReplyDeleteBut I don't think you would have liked dinner at the pub. Maybe next time we can see though. Can you sit up at the table and use a knife and fork?
Hughie says:
ReplyDeletePoor Bernie!
Katy says:
Poor Bernie!
Daddy says:
Poor Bernie!