After a through scrubbing, I like to rest on Granny Gill's shoulder in my 'Rocky' robe.
Once clean and fresh it was time to face the lights. The photographer was jolly nice and made all sorts of childish noises in an attempt to get my attention. She also forced me to use my neck muscles, which I am reluctantly grateful for.
You wouldn't know from this photo that I was beginning to get a bit peed off with this whole process, would you?
After a good 20 minutes of this nonsense, I had had enough - and I put on a good 'meltdown' show just so that they would leave me alone - or better still, go and get me some milk.
In the end, Mum came through with some TLC, and everything turned out rosy.