PMT

This week I have been very very cross. mummy calls it PMT, paddy’s Mardy Time. I have really been angry and have not wanted to know mummy, Pixie or Lola at all. I have stalked around my street as if I owned the place, which I do. I have not been in the house when mummy is there because I wanted nothing to do with her and I have behaved hatefully to everybody. I like behaving like a queen bitch! But I cannot keep it up any longer and now I am okay. I have realized that all my stropping will not get my food changed to gourmet fish no matter how hard I try.