I say don't be so silly, it's for Me. Albie.
It's an Albiepot!
R and T tell me off, and make the flame disappear in a puff of smoke when I try to watch it. I keep trying to tell them it's OK. I'm Albie. I know what I'm doing. (Plus my whiskers melt if I get too close, which warns me to step away).
But they won't let me have a good watch.
I am not too pleased about this.
It usually means something out of routine is going to happen. Ralph is too young and inexperienced in these things to know what the bags mean.
One can only hope they are Albie and Ralph beds
...talking of which...*yawn*
But at the end of the day, no matter how annoying he is at times, and how goofy he is, he is my little brother...