I shaved off half my whiskers just like Dad - with his razor, too! I think I look very handsome but Mummy is not happy with me. Yet I think it is not fair to expect me to pass up the chance to use Dad's razor while it is dangling on the stand in plain sight - it isn't human nature! Still, it won't hurt to be extra sweet with Mummy and get on her good side. She is making scones for breakfast tomorrow!