Hair Ball and I are moving to Sundays. Time wise, it’ll be easier to get to the computer. Mummsy sleeps a little longer since she doesn’t have to be to work until ten.
Sir Poops-A-Lot
Hair Ball
HB: Want to play a game? (He skitters around SPAL)
SPAL: No.
HB: I do! I do! What’s that in your mouth?
SPAL: It’s mine.
HB: No it’s not.(He head butts SPAL) Now it’s mine.
SPAL: Hey!
HB: I got your carrot! I got your carrot! Ha-ha!Ha!Ha!
SPAL: I’ll get it back.
HB: No. You won’t. (He growls, resting his head on top the carrot)
SPAL: I’m much older and wiser than you, stupid Hair Ball. Did you forget?
HB: You’re a pansy!
SPAL: (Pounces on top of HB. There’s a growl and a yelp).
HB: You cheated!
SPAL: How’s that? It was my carrot first and you took it from me.
HB: We were playing a game?
SPAL: I never said I wanted to play. Remember?
HB: But you did too play.
SPAL: Did not.
HB: Did, too. Cheater! You pounced on me.
SPAL: It was my carrot first.
HB: You cheated!
SPAL: What comes around goes around, stupid. You stole my carrot and I took it back. Told you I was older and wiser.
HB: You don’t play fair (he trots away).
SPAL: Stupid, Hair Ball (he snickers).
