Dear Diary,
Practice makes a man perfect. This is an important lesson. Even I know that. But these adults in the house seem to have skipped that lesson. Now, I want to perfect my rolling skill. It’s a pleasure to be on the tummy holding my neck high and I loved learning it. Okay, I needed a little nudge from others in the initial days. But these days I need no help. But, it still needs to be perfected. And what better time than night time to do the practice. When everything around me is calm and serene, the man and the woman of the house super sleepy, isn’t that the ideal time to start my practice? But, no, these not-so liberal people refuse to give me that space and insist on sleeping. Am I a dedicated learner or not? How can they think I will waste my precious practice time by sleeping? Atrocious behaviour, I must admit.

And not only that. They are interfering with the practice session at other times too. The other day I tried to continue the practice during the poop time. I am sure it would have been a wonderful experience, but, alas, they restrict me every time. 😔😔

Okay, that’s one dream yet to be fulfilled. But, I have decided nobody can interfere with my night practice schedule. Waiting for this couple to put me down to bed. Tonight I will show them my best rolling stunts. I will share the experience with you later. 😁😁


This post is a part of the A2Z021 challenge by Blogchatter.

The blogs of A2Z2020 on my beloved city Kolkata is now available in book format. You may check it at Kolkata Chronicles: An A To Z Guide For The Uninitiated

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