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Goody,
goody, Mum's whipping cream again and we get to lick the beaters. |
Just
look at Kimba go - her tongue reaches right through to the other side! |
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I
like my Mum as she lets me lick the beater as well. Then I get to lick
Kimba's face as she always ends up with some that she can't reach! |
Call
the fire brigade, the heat off this cake is amazing. Not to worry, it's
only my birthday candles and I can blow them out myself once I make my
wish. |
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Now
the candles are blown out Kimba won't singe her fur when she tries to eat
it! She doesn't look too happy about being on the table so I've told Mum
to put the cake on the floor. |
Much
better, silly Mum listened to me and now guess which human's won't be
getting to eat the cake? That's right I've put my doggy germs all over the
side so it's only fit for doggy consumption now. |
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This
is the part I like the best, we both get our own plate. I get 10% and
Kimba gets 2%. |
As
usual Kimba has finished first and is waiting to see if I leave any. Just
so she can't pinch it, I've got my paw firmly gripping the plate. |
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PS: I made it. Dad said I would be lucky to make my next birthday. I
haven't been voted off the Island all year.
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