Sunday

M Kaz was up early this morning – not as early as the mornings when she leaves while it’s still dark outside but pretty early for a Sunday. I’m not sure if it was me or M Kaz who was more surprised when M Sooz said “let’s go out for a German Sausage”. They arranged to meet Aunty M and Mouse there (at the HOTA Markets) – not realising they weren’t planning on going – but they did anyway. That was good because it meant I could have the house to myself until they arrived home. And I call you I was really surprised when M Kaz didn’t come home with M Sooz. I was sure they travelled in pairs – but not today. M Kaz had gone off to see the Bricktionary exhibition while she was at HOTA and M Sooz hitched a ride home with Mouse and Aunty M, but not before they’d gone shopping for strawberry jam, burek (spelling?) and premium pineapple juice. Yummm.

When M Kaz did arrive home she didn’t do as she had promised and take me outside into the yard. Hopefully she will remember her cat mother duties and do it tomorrow because I am a bit sick of being trapped inside for days at a time. It’s like being in prison – well, like I imagine it would be because I haven’t ever been incarcerated – not yet anyway … do they incarcerate cats? And why would they do that? What type of “crime” would you have to be guilty of to even go there? Hmm. It bears some thought Mummies!