I threw up!!!!!!

I threw up on the bedroom carpet last night. Bird bones and feathers!!! I wasn’t VERY popular. If you read my earier blog you will know that I managed to find myself a dead mutton bird on the beach yesterday arvo and had a good old play with it and then a good old chomp as well. Seems my scavenging days are over. Don’t think I’ll be allowed to play with treasure I find on the beach any more.  I thought I was pretty clever really. I know I didn’t hunt the bird down and kill it. Now that would be a real feat but I did a pretty good at scavenging. That’s what wolves and dingoes do aye? And they survive. What’s with me …. Why did I throw up??  Anyway Mum and Dad were NOT impressed.

They weren’t impressed with me last night either. Dad cooked tea. I like it when Dad cooks. He’s much messier than Mum. Anyway he served the meal up (Meatloaf – YUM!) and he didn’t put the leftovers away like Mum does. Left them on the bench top. Now I have to tell you that one of my nicknames is Sneaky and crikey …. I was just living up to my nickname. I ever so quietly reached up onto the bench top and SNEAKED a big chunk of meatloaf. OMD …. Charlie heaven! It was sooooooo good. One big problem … I managed to knock a metal knife down onto the floor whilst doing it. Very clumsy of me, I know. I’m usually so quiet about my sneakiness. So …. I GOT SPRUNG!!!!!!  So what???? I’d already scoffed that meatloaf down. It didn’t even hit the sides. I got yelled at again though. Crikey I hate that yelling stuff!!!!! I keep telling them there is nothing wrong with my hearing but they NEVER listen. Maybe they can’t hear me! Hmmmmm! Maybe they are the deaf ones. That’s why THEY yell!  Anyway I’ll have to be a lot more careful with my sneakiness in future. How’s this for clever sneaking? Mum made herself 3 biscuits one day. Savoury biscuits with ham on the bottom then tomatoe and then cheese. I LOVE cheese!!! The phone rang and Mum left the biccies on the benchtop and left to answer the phone. Fair dinkum Mum. You should have had more sense.  I ever so quietly reached up (Mum reckons I’ve got a neck like a giraffe) and ever so gently picked each bit of cheese off those biccies and chomped it down. Left the rest. I don’t like tomatoe too much.  Mum was a bit baffled when she came back. Wasn’t sure if she had put cheese on those biccies or not. Nothing was disturbed …. Just the cheese gone!!!!!! Now that was VERY GOOD sneakiness even if I do say so myself.

Wanna run … Love, Charlie.