Hello again!

I'm going to talk about my grandad who is only 84 years old. When he was 10 he crashed at Roswel in the '50's. He's a tigling like me but when you turn 30 you turn into a lioning.
Anyway he crashed at Roswel, and then he went on a WW2 ship headed to Australia. He was used as a mascot for the Americans, and when the war ended they left him behind.

He then met my grandma, she was one of the mascot's which they tried to teach her to be on a leash but instead she would scratch up the chairs, and living room drapes. So in the end she was treated like a queen.

When she met pa they had mum, who they really love.

Then when mum had me they were really happy (except when I, ha, he, ha, would run out of my cage at night and turn the whole place into a tip and blame it on the dog, so they had to let me out in the street so I wouldn't turn the house up side down at night and wake up the people next door.). Only joking.

Pa would let me help him build his new spaceship when I was 3 years old to keep me out of trouble.

"HE'S THE BEST PA IN ALL OF THE GALAXYS AND I MEAN THAT FROM MY HEART"