Look what being a Good Boy gets you.

The little one was back at the weekend.  I love the little one.  He gave me cuddles and laughed at me when I ran around him.  He shared his rice cake with me too.

He's a good boy.  I try to be a good boy too, so when dad was kneeling down on the floor and patting a plastic padded brightly coloured cushion type thing and saying "come on, lie down", well I did just that, and look what I got for it..

Turns out he was talking to the little one and it was him that was supposed to lie down and get one of these on his tushy.  It felt weird.  My tail was all tucked in and it was a bit tickly.  At least he let me play in his tent.

Can't wait for him to come back again.