A ride in Grandpa's car

Have I ever mentioned that I don't particularly enjoy car rides? I find them highly uncomfortable and I hate the bumps and humps on the road. If I really have to get on the dreaded car, I would rather be in the backseat, alone or with Mummy, instead of the tiny space called the boot.

Just the other day, my grandparents were out of town and Daddy decided to drive us to the Botanical Garden in grandpa's car. A car's engine cannot be left alone for long period of time, if not, they may turn cranky and you will not be able to start the car when you need to. And so we gave grandpa's car engine the little exercise it needed by driving the car to the nearest park. I think grandpa's car is not too bad. At least my parents did not stuff me in the boot. I got to cuddle up in the backseat with Mummy. My parents were a little worried that my muddy paws would dirty the beige seats but there's nothing a little water and towel can't fix right? So loosen up guys!

Daddy stopped by Cluny Court on our way home to get his favourite chocolate cake. After a couple of seconds, Mummy got restless and whipped out her camera and started to take pictures of us both. I must say all the pictures turned out horribly! It's either too dark or only our foreheads or chins were captured. Here's the best of the worst - so you can imagine the rest. And please pardon Mummy's oily face.




Now give me a break...I had enough of all the cuddling!