The big hairy human bit me

Spent the day lying on my back getting my tummy scratched and listening to the humans lounging about sighing about how much they like travelling this way. I still haven't forgiven big hairy human though, so we'll see how content he is when he finds the present I left in his shoe when he gets up to collect the car.

Our Gran is a fine specimen of a marsupal matriarch. Today she led our grumbling procession out of our comfy bedrooms, down three flights of stairs and had us shoving each others' bums to scrabble into any tiny space we could find in the car. We would have rebelled after Horri tumbled down the first flight, but she nipped our ankles and we kept going. It's probably just as well that she did, because the big humans kept stomping about loading enormous bags of p...