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The Bengal in the Zebra Weekender


This work experience hunt is not going great. I've had zero responses and the 14th is creeping forward. Finally called Random House and spoke to someone who explained that it was first come first serve with who hands in their cv but she was sweet enough to say she remembers my name and will look out for me. Yay!!!! I found another work experience opportunity on their page so hopefully I'll get that one.

Got a rejection letter from an agent. They said I have a strong story but it's not for them. Can't they just make it work for them??? When I get my millions, they are gonna wish they made it work!!

I caught my Mum drinking out of my Micky Mouse 'A' Cup I brought from Disneyland in the summer. I had to explain to her that because her name is not an A, she is not allowed to drink from it. She got a bit huffy and tried to claim all the other cups in the house but I ignored her. She knows why I'm funny about my cups. When I went to see Wicked the musical, I brought a cup for a tenner. Black with WICKED written in gold. It lasted months at my house with Naomi but two weeks back at my Mum's. It broke and no one's owned up, so until that day. LEAVE MY CUPS!!!

I haven't introduced you guys to the animal in my life—Fergie (grey Bengal, mad cat). Well he peed blood over my brand new leopard print sheets cause my sister decided to leave him in my room. So as I got home about half 11 in the evening, my feet aching from MYSELF rehearsals, you can imagine how I felt when I saw this and learnt it was Lola's fault. Of course, there was a massive argument, seeing as I had zero sheets and I was worried for Fergs. Lola didn't even offer to pay for a new pillow. Charming.
I managed to get a spot at the vets Monday morning after we woke up to find that Fergie had peed under the table and on the couch downstairs. Tried to lock him in his carrier. He broke it and hissed at me. Wrestled him into my zebra print weekender bag, which he seemed to quite like. He only buried himself into a ball, tipping the bag on my shoulder when cars zoomed by. Once again, at the vets he snarled at the other cats and tried to attack the vet. Better than last time when he tried to play dead and he wouldn't move off the table.
All in all, he is much better. I'm 60 something quid down but my new sheets are freshly washed and gorgeous again.

Look out for MYSELF dance crews EXCLUSIVE promo vid coming soon .....
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