Last weekend X-Factor UK final took place at the Wembley Stadium in London. Saara Aalto, a young talented Finnish singer who has an incredible voice and a strong stage presence was among those who got to the final; not only that, she was the first non-British singer who achieved such a thing. Us being from Finland, this was a huge deal. Lisa and her mom took a trip to see her live in London. I would’ve liked to go, too but Lisa’s mom said that my passport had expired. I think she was lying though, because I didn’t even know that I HAD a passport. But I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt anyway.

Evidently, it was going to be a long weekend home, all alone. So, I decided to invite my friend Roberto; he is a white crow. He could’ve easily flown to London and watched the show live without even buying a ticket; he doesn’t need a passport like, apparently, I do either; that’s obvious, right? But did he go? No. Instead, he decided to stick around and watch Saara on TV with me. Now, THAT is a true friend, I’ll tell you.

Saara’s performances were flawless as always. What a talent that girl has. She may have come second in the show but it didn’t matter to us. In our hearts, she was number one; go Saara go!

Then we ate some raw popcorn. Well… what could we do? None of us knew how to pop it. Besides, I am not allowed to visit kitchen when I’m home alone. It was okay, I suppose; at least it tasted better than Lisa’s rubber erasers.
Take care
Millie
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Contrary to common belief, cats and sharks are not the worst of enemies. Does that mean a shark wouldn’t eat me if I was in its territory? I was ready to find out… Well… to be honest, I wasn’t. It’s just that Lisa and I had been watching a lot of shark movies lately and, like that wasn’t enough, Lisa’s mom decided to scan her honeymoon pictures that were taken in Bahamas ages ago; yes, she is old, not VERY old but at least older than Lisa, that’s for sure.

Anyway, once she was ready, she forced us to check them out by saying, “Would anyone like to see our old Bahamas pictures before some ice cream and carrot cake?” I can do without the ice cream every now and then but unfortunately a carrot cake is a total “yes, yes” in my book. Having said that, it turned out alright because apparently when they were young, Lisa’s mom and dad weren’t the boring figures that I’ve always known them to be. They had even swum with sharks and they had the photos to prove it, yey!

After the cake, as always, I got a bit sleepy. I made my way back to my basket and started dreaming at once. I was enjoying a small fish beside a swimming pool. Nobody was around except for a life guard who was reading a comic book under the shadow of a dinosaur that was sound asleep, like I was when I was seeing that dream; is it irony… or am I confusing it with some other grammar mumbo jumbo?

Suddenly, I dropped my fish into the pool. It was small but I was still hungry, there was no way I was letting it go this time; yes, it had happened before in another dream but I had already eaten a huge slice of blueberry pie in that one, therefore the absence of interest was the leading theme.

Following my lunch, I jumped in. Apparently not only did I not mind getting wet but I could breath under water as well. Plus, the pool didn’t look like a pool any more; there were plants, stones, slippers, tin openers… you name it, it was there. In a few seconds, I caught up with my fish but I could sense that I wasn’t alone. A mean looking shark appeared out of nowhere.

I said, “Hi, I’m Millie. I am a cat. I can breathe and speak under water. What’s YOUR name?”

He replied, “I’m Mister Shark”

Then I asked him, “Are you going to eat me Mister Shark?”.

He said, “No”.

Then I asked, “Would you like some of my fish, then?” He said, “Yes”.

There you go.

Millie.