Jerry

The world war III has ended. Finally, FINALLY there’s something that unites me with my superior friend Jerry!!

I have always been a sports lover. Mom somehow manages to have a problem with everything I like. So she has since the beginning of time, opposed my way of appreciating sport. Ok, I am a bit different sports person, I like “watching” all sport, and play none. But is that a sin?

So last time I was watching WWE (women’s wwf for the uninitiated), mom was threatening to cut the power supply of the house. Suddenly, all the hue and cry stopped. Oh what a sweet darling.. How cute..!! it was mom, coming in the sitting room. After all these years, finally she realizes my worth, I thought. Better late than never. But not yet still. The love and affection was not for me, but for Jerry. He was watching WWE as if he wanted to join in, giving a slam or two to Sherry. Mom has never made a big deal out of it evr since. All I have to do, to have my one hour of uninterrupted violence is, get Jerry a biscuits, bring him to the TV, and switch it on. No one disturbs Jerry; he is served his dinner in front of the TV, while I have to take it myself. But that’s not that bad a bargain. Is it?? I think Jerry and me can exist together now.