Dougal

As I have been a good boy, unlike Florence, I am being allowed to write the journal for the penultimate entry for 2019. I wanted to do the last one, but it seems she is blipping a stupid blanket, rather than me. I wonder if I will be allowed to sit on this blanket; probably not. This morning I caught a mouse, which Florence ate; I got some Dreamies for catching it. Florence has already lost her fish toy under the settee three times; Mummy has to keep finding it for her. I have not played with mine very much as I prefer to be outside catching real mice.
 
It seems the temperature at GMT noon today was once again eight degrees Celsius; this I assume relates to the blanket. She is hoping that it will be in the same band tomorrow, as she thinks it might look odd, just to cast off in a different colour. She has already been sorting out yarn to make the 2020 blanket; I was in trouble as I tried to help!

Stay safe and warm, blip furry friends, my Mummy said there will be some noisy fireworks tomorrow night. Love from Dougal and Florence xx