Kisses

I blow kisses. I don't do kisses. M and D think I should but I don't. I blow a kiss when D goes to work. D always comes closer. He hopes for a kiss. He puts his cheek by my face. Sometimes I rest my head on his cheek. I'm nice like that. Sometimes I rub his cheek with my nose. But only if my nose is itchy or a bit runny. But I don't kiss him. My first kiss is for someone really special. I like D. He has good points. His shoulder is comfy when I need a sleep. But my first kiss is not for him. He will get a later one but not my first.

I saw a boy in Tescos today. He came over to my trolley. He had nice eyes. He had a colourful top. He smiled at me. If he can find the quails, I may give him my first kiss. But only if he finds the quails. He will have to find them quickly. My first kiss is ready to go.