Kackers says – I have tried to explain to the boys what moving means, but I know that they don’t really get it! As much as I like to think that they understand all I say, I know that aside from their names and words like dinner, breakfast, food and fish, most of it goes over their heads.
I looked at a flat and garden on Saturday, got nothing but positive vibes from it and the landlord. It seems almost perfect for the 3 of us to live in safeness, warmth and comfort. That’s all we need really. I have to sort a few things, then all going well (and there is no reason why it should not) I hope to move in at the end of Jan.
Whilst I am filled with a lot of sadness as to what has happened, I am also glad that the man and I are really good mates, and that I can talk endlessly and excitedly about my future.
This is my chance to shine. This is my time and I intend to take lessons learnt to date to make the most of being single and living alone, living for just me. I can only become better and stronger as a person. Now back to the boys………..!
Scooter says – This box appeared. Stuff was taken out and I decided that it looked quite intriguing, so I had a little jump and in I got. I liked it. I put my head down and realised that I could hide from Vinnie and launch out of the box to get him good and proper.
It was abit dark and scary, and then I got nervous as I realised that Vinnie could attack me, whilst I was in the box. I then decided that it was time to end my affair with the box.
As I attempted to leave, I saw Vinnie walking past in the slow lop sided way that he does.
At this point, mum took this photo of me and as you can see, I was not very happy in the box anymore!
mad-poet
hope the move go's well