Poor Yogi was out the back by himself for eleventy billion gazillion hours. Katt and I went to see MIB3. He stayed out in the cold, wet and dreary backyard with nothing to do and no-one to play with. That's what he says anyway. I'm sure he was happily gnawing away on one of his old stinky bones for hours.
He was sooo happy to see us get home though. He missed his Mummy soooo much.
I LOVE MY MUMMY!