Nooo … he’s gone … he’s gone … Uncle Wayne has returned to Toowoomba leaving me all alone with the Mummies. But I have my bedroom back so now I can use it during the day and during the night.
Mind you, I have taken up sleeping in the basket of my cat tower again … now that that rabbit has been evicted and there’s room for me in there … some would say not quite enough room but they could be being uncharitable.
It’s going to be odd not having Uncle Wayne around … asking me to move away from the door when they went in or out, waving the red water bottle at me as though he was going to squirt me – but of course he never does although he did make the squishy and sloshy sounds a few times, as thought that would scare me. Hmmm … Uncle Wayne’s a bit silly sometimes. Now that he’s gone, I’m hoping that the Mummies will stay at home with me a bit more rather than taking Uncle Wayne out to see the sights … they went to see peacocks and geese and they had a breakfast in France (or was that a French breakfast?) and they even went to BrisVegas to see some paintings … and water dragons. And did they bring me back a water dragon? No they did not. And it’s not as though there weren’t lots of them … I’ve seen the photos Uncle Wayne took … it would have been nice if he’d left me copies.
Nigella ... 