Ahh...."Sunday morning up with lark...I wish I could take a walk in the park...hey hey hey...it's a beautiful day..." Remember that song?
A very beautiful day indeed! Brad finally got his comeuppance! Courtesy of Pingu, the house guest, no less.
I know that Brad is very very annoyed that Pingu has taken over my Mama's bed. Mama doesn't seem to mind. I saw Brad cringing when Mama said, "Hmmm...what a big boy you are Pingu. How nice to cuddle with a handsome giant fella for a change."
Must report that it didn't take Pingu and his mate Ginger long to familiarise themselves with our house. In fact, Pingu decided he would win my Mama by the first hour. Boy! Brad is fuming, I tell you.
When he came to complain to me, I told him to just bear with it. "Come on, he's our guest. Be generous. Doesn't hurt to be nice to him. Anyway, his parents will come pick him up tomorrow," I assured him.
"What if they don't leave at all?" Brad seemed very worried.
"Oh, look who's talking?" Can't help telling him off coz two years ago Brad first came as a guest. And he never left...haha...
I'm trying to give a verbatim report of what transpired between the two boys. Ginger and I are happy remaining as onlookers.
"That's the problem with boys having huge ego and territorial issues," whispered Ginger. He obviously didn't want to get into trouble with Pingu when they go home.
Face-off Brad and Pingu style. "Shoo! Don't you dare jump on my couch. Bad enough you took over my Mama's bed," hissed Brad, showing off his fangs to Pingu.
"As if! I'll just swat with one paw and you're history, mini cat!" Pingu not mincing his words.
Pingu contemplating his next move. Isn't he humongous? I like that glossy black coat of his....shhhh...doesn't want Brad to know that...
"See, even your Mama doesn't mind me playing with her stuff," Pingu told Brad.
Not wanting to lose face, Brad shouted, "I may be small but I can fight like a man!"
"Watch my bum, Brad," said Pingu, wanting to have the last say.
Ginger doesn't like conflict. "I'd rather watch the world outside," he said.
My neck still hurts as I twist left and right trying to record everything.
Boys will be boys, I tell you!