Crumbs! What a welcome - this is so coool!
Thanks Roz for calling me Pickers, I like that (beats Picky-poo I can tell you). I'm feeling REALLY good now, I'm right back to me old self after that erm, encounter in the week. I shan't be doing that again in a hurry. He was invading though, it wasn't my fault, he was on my patch, I wasn't on his, so it was his own fault for being there!
I knew I'd prove our folks wrong, they said no-one would want my whiskers, but last I looked they were up to fifteen quid! Now I know what they're worth I'll grow some special ones for next year's auction! So.... I was thinking, if only two whiskers equals fifteen quid, then if I add up all my whiskers, the still-attached ones, my gob is worth a fortune!!! HAH!
Oh, hold up... gotta go, I heard a cupboard opening downstairs. Well it might be the food cupboard, never know your luck.
Have a smashing evening! Love from Pickford ('Pickers') xxxx