Part one. At long last, I have been granted permission to tell my tale. I should say that my paws do not allow me to type very quickly nor accurately, for that matter. Hence, the need to wait for the Boss’s assistance as I relate my story. Apparently, she is well practised at this job. She resigns herself to reliving my escapades from time to time, however traumatic she finds it. It seems she has had more important things to write about of late, but what could be more important than my latest escapade? Humour me! It all started a short time ago, just before my first birthday I believe.…