Boxes! Boxes! Everywhere!

Here we are again Gang!


Since the last blabbing from yours truly his lordship has, I am sure “flipped”.
Yes lost the plot! Gone off the rails! And has completely fallen out of his pram!

There are boxes and boxes of "stuff" all over the front room, the hall way and the kitchen can’t move for the bloody things, they are everywhere! I dread to think what the bedroom looks like?
Why oh why did he have to order so much stock, well that’s humans for you. They are strange thing, aren’t they?
Everything they do is done on two legs... how cute of them; you won’t get me standing on only two legs. I’ll stick to my four on the floor every time. Mind you He who lives with me tends to every now and then get down on all fours; I don’t think it suites Him.... all the huffing and puffing combined with some four letter expletive dilative to all in sundry. Doesn’t seem to work and I am glad when he finally manages to climb back to an upright position.

Anyway back to the subject in paw, THAT’S MY PACE PAL! He has filled that too, nowhere to lie down and roll over onto my back without a box up my “ask no questions told no lies”.
Boxes! Boxes! Everywhere! And not the smallest space for me!

This has to stop and the sooner the better!
Till the next time

Salvador