Christmas day we were cooking dinner except the turkey, which my Mum and Dad cooked, they arrived with it and I said put it in the dining room for safe keeping, but oh no my Dad insists on putting it in the kitchen as it was warmer.
We're sit in the lounge opening presents, when I realise Milo is no where to be seen, I creep into the kitchen to find him slowing picking off the layers of foil covering the turkey, luckily for us he still had one to go
The funny thing is he isn't really that bothered by chicken, he'll eat it but would never do that to get at it.
