I have managed to consume yet another of the visiting infidels pairs of shoes, which made the female infidel extremely angry. She can be a drama queen that one! I got hold of their music machine remote today and attempted to annihilate it, there is only so much Abba a girl can stand!
The Infidels went out this evening and I was left behind with the teenage hairy hormonal Infidel and the weedy stringy little Infidel, that tastes unclean. I amused myself springing into the weedy ones room and relieving him of his possessions and myself on his carpet. This was a great source of entertainment until the hairy one flew into a hormonal outburst and I was thrust once more into solitude. He really needs to chill out a bit and get a sense of humour! Still I doubt if I would have a sense of humour if I resembled a tactically shaved chimp!