Day Four Hundred and Forty Five

It is Saturday. I do not like Saturday. 

Craig goes to breakfast with his way old friends on Saturday. He does not have breakfast toasts with me on Saturday. Oh well.

We played throw the green ball a lot before he went out. That is good.  

Cara and Emily got one of our chairs for watching the way big television. It was the big blue one. That is good. 

Everyone should have comfy chairs. We have way too many. All over the extra living room.

Last night Niamh and Zita took Niamh's old bed and put it out side and brought up the big old bed from Craig's mother's old house. It is very high. Not too high for me to jump up on. It is a comfy bed. 

I have a comfy bed too. That is good. And a cosy duvet. Of my own. I do not have to share. Craig and Zita have to share. Ha.

I had a nice day. I miss my toasts. It is known.