Now, back to present day, as the queen/princess/darling of the household, I'm actually entitled to have a pet of my own. Hey...I didn't invent this rule, Mama did. So, I do have one but I usually refer to him as my slave. Most of you may have met him. His name is Brad. Yeah...that spoilt brat. You wanna see how he looked like when he first came into my life? Before he turned into this really annoying boy? Before he turned my life upside down? OK OK.... see for yourself.
|That was how he looked like the first time I met him. First impression: demure.|
|Looked quite innocent then. Yeah...what an actor.|
|I thought he looked kinda cheeky and mischievous here.|
|Hmm....Brad thinks he looks super cute in this pix.|
Brad: Hey! That's mean.
Angelina: Slave, clean that carpet now.
Brad: Mama, Angelina is bullying me.
Mama: Kits! Enough. Go to sleep.