‘Dreamies’ means deliciousness!

Yes, I’m so pleased that they’ve discovered ‘Dreamies’ in my house. A mysterious package came through the letter box.

It was addressed to someone called Mrs S Pumfrey. I didn’t know this was my Mummy’s name - I thought she was called Sian!

Aren’t human names odd?

Anyway, Mrs Pumfrey (really Sian), opened the package…….

I was so excited to see the word ‘Dreamies’ inside. Can you see the word? I know what this means……

Mrs Pumfrey (or Sian, or Mummy!) opened the little orange package inside and I couldn’t wait…Lots of lovely ‘Dreamies’ for me to eat. I couldn’t wait…..

Where did they all go? – only a few ‘Dreamies’ to eat – hardly more than a mouthful.

 

Well that was very disappointing! Perhaps Mrs Pumfrey will get more free ‘Dreamies’ through the letter box.

I’m going to sit there and wait and wait, and wait. 

Can you see me waiting near the front door?

It gets very tiring, waiting so long.

I thought I’d take a lie down in the sunshine to wait and wait and wait.

A limp, a poorly puss and a quick recovery

Do you ever feel a bit poorly?

I felt a bit poorly on Monday so I got myself comfy on Sian and Roy’s bed and tried to pretend to be asleep and to snore a bit.

Can you hear me?

When I got up for lunch, I limped slowly across the kitchen floor to my bowls.

My mummy looked very worried and made up a soft new bed for me near a lovely warm radiator.

My new bed is made from a bright red wool with a pretty pattern and it’s very cosy to snuggle into.

It is on the window sill so I can keep an eye on my garden and also see my bowls – all at the same time. Perfect. 

I decided to dangle my poorly leg over the radiator to remind everyone that I had a limp. Poor leg. Do you think I look cosy?

What more could a cat ask for?

Well there is one thing that a poorly cat could ask for – and that is -  my favourite treat called ‘Dreamies’. I expect you like those too Jack?

Because I was poorly, mummy gave me some Dreamies on my window sill instead of in my bowls. Here I am tucking into them. Delicious!

I used my paw to reach for more Dreamies and I blame the slippery window sill!

It is a naughty window sill and it wasn’t my fault honestly, but I got the blame for dropping Dreamies down inside the radiator. Oh dear.

I think my limp is better now as I don’t think my mummy is very pleased with me. No more Dreamies on my window sill.

I hope I can still keep my window sill bed even though I’m not poorly any more.