Getting Inside

Getting Inside

Flint thinking he can get in through the window

I'm particularly brilliant at opening the door.

You know this of course. I've told you before.

In the pursuit of happiness and haylage I've done it many times,

thus putting my Two legs completely out of her mind.

Lately I exceeded my brilliance and unlocked the door

and found my self inside; standing on the dining room floor!

Unimpressed with the LOCKED DOOR

Two legs was shocked and Granny ran away

I looked around me and I found (sadly) no hay.

I was asked to leave, and in this I obliged

and for being a good boy I got my haylage.

Note from Flint's Two-legs

This is actually true. Flint is a little blighter and I'm at fault. I hadn't shut the back door properly and he waltzed in. My mother (who is visiting) ran away into the hall, leaving Flint to demolish the fruit bowl, which had been full of grapes and apples. He left without standing on the cats, who also took advantage of an open door.