I Try My Luck at The Living Room

Last night, after what seemed like all weekend spent under suspicion, and more importantly, in the boot room, I crept in to the living room where the fire was lit and The Owner was watching the Strictly results. I happened to notice that the tissues were at the ready. Not wishing to chance my paw with the straight forward, full on bouncing round the living room approach, I opted instead for the slide round the door pillar and down behind the settee approach. I next appeared beside him, where he was sitting on the carpet, taking care not to knock his wine over, laying on my back trying to look cute and cuddly. I think he has forgotten about the jacket and the muddy water incident for now, until Laundry Delivery Yoof calls for it later today.