Mr Putty Pants And Friends

Here I am with some buds of mine posing for a group shot. Look at that cheeky bear, he has the same shoes as me...I had mine first...copy cat!

Mr Putty Pants Lurks Under The Table

Here's some shots of me lurking under the glass topped patio table. I was watching everyone eat. They ignored me. Rotten humans!

I gave them my best beseeching gaze...all to no avail.

Wouldn't you feed me?

Mr Putty Pants Plays Eight Ball

Me and my New Big Friend thought we'd have a friendly game of eight ball, a bit of manly competition...no girls allowed. After insisting I'd won the coin toss, I got to go first, so I racked up the balls with this handy triangular shaped cookie cutter thingy.

Being short of stature I needed a little aid by way of a stool. Once set, I was ready to shoot.

Ah, good one, I've sunk a few stripes. My turn again...ha, ha!

Hmmm, I thought I'd try this bridge thing-a-ma-bob.

After ten minutes of lining up my shot and a lot of "hurry up" comments from the sidelines, I took my turn.

Urg, my shot was coming up a little short, so I ran down the table to blow on the ball making sure it went into the pocket. I was told that was not allowed and had to put the ball back on the table. Silly human creatures and their rules!

It's New Big Friend's turn now, I wonder if I can distract him by waving my fushia mittens around?

When I was told to "clear off" I snuck around to another side of the table and helped one of my lovely striped balls into an end pocket.

Whilst New Big Friend was busy lining up another shot, I dug around into one of the pockets for some of his solids. He doesn't seem to have as many balls on the table as I do so I thought I'd help him out.

Weee, there's an extra ball to balance the odds in my favour.

The game went back and forth for some time. Being the stellar player that I am, I made sure all my striped balls had been pocketed in one way or another so I'll just bang in this eight ball. Ha ha, I win!