
The not so subtle hints I've been giving mummy and daddy about wanting some curry have had some success, albeit a bit limited. Tonight they gave me a few blobs of baby rice... not a lentil or spice in sight, though. It tasted okay - much the same as my milk but less runny.
I didn't mind it but I wasn't enthralled, I have to say. Mummy and daddy were just impressed that (a) I ate it and (b) I didn't throw it straight back up, cos I spend all day yacking my milk up so it was mildly amazing that the rice stayed down.
So now I've shown I can do big boy food, I wonder how long I have to wait for the good stuff...?

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Good boy Monty! Feel free to come to my house for a pan of scouse. Yum!
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