Rain

That damn, bloody twist knows I can't stand the rain. Yet, she leaves me outside 'n it. We 'aven't 'ad any bloody Andy in a month of bleedin' Sundays, but no! Today ov all days, she let me go outside for more than a pening 'our, and it bloody rains. And she din't leave me anythin' ta eat! As a ma'er ov fact, she 'asn't given me anythin' since she got back ta the mickey either! The feather!

Tomorrow, while she's at work, I'm going ta wallace on 'er couch. Let's see how she likes comin' 'ome to a big, clumpy, furry, yellow mess on 'er nice new blue sofa! Ha! She'll be right oliver then!