Those two never cease to amaze me. Kaz did something really strange last Saturday morning. She went into her office and came out wrih something that looked like a surfboard with legs. Then she pulled out another thing – she called it a name – no, she didn’t, she said something like it wasn’t Brian … the iron. Ahh … so this is ironing – making wrinkled things smoothe. Hmm. Why doesn’t Sooz do something like that? Because Kaz did it for her. (Did you think I was talking about something other than their shirts? How rude would that be … and yes, we all do know that Kaz and Sooz do say that I am rude – not sure why but they do).
They have been out a bit lately but I don’t mind that so much since I have Tibet. I love Tibet. And my couch. And the washing machine. I love everything. Especially cuddling on the table with Kaz … no, no, she’s not on the table … I am! I’m doing that right now as I dictate this to her. It’s good too because it means I can whisper it to her so Sooz doesn’t overhear and spoil any surprises when she reads the blog.
It’s getting colder now and I spend most mornings in Tibet, especially if Sooz still has her electric blanket on.
When they went to Ikea with Aunty M the other day, they bought me another dinosaur – a big green Trex. Whenever she thinks I’m asleep on the couch now, Kaz gets him and puts him (and sometimes Matilda too) next to me. It seems to make her happy! Humans, hey?
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