Thursday … yard day

Well, it was about time and she could have picked a better day for it but when M Kaz came back from the Laundromat this morning, she let me jump into my harness and then we went outside for a bit of a wander.  She didn’t take me outside to next to the driveway where Aunty M had found the FIVE-leaf clover (and what do five-leaf clovers stand for anyway?) but we did have a good wander around the yard as we waited for M Sooz to get back from her breakfast with Aunty M at Le Cafe Gourmand. 

Looking … looking … looking

There’s still no sign of Lennie or Kermie, but I keep looking for them. There are heaps of birds about at the moment so it may not be an ideal time for Lennie or Kermie to make an appearance. 

What? What? Was that Lennie, Kermie or Cecil?

I am looking forward to M Kaz taking the drone out the back again (it’s been a few days now) – I love listening to her saying rude words when it doesn’t do exactly what she wants it to do. 
There’s talk around the house that it’s time for my nails to be done again – Aunty Rosemary and her helpers had a go but I didn’t let them do it – and I am fairly sure that I’m not going to cooperate if M Kaz goes ahead with trying to trim my nails herself.  I think she’s going to wait until I’m asleep – but I wouldn’t put it past her to drug me so she can do it.  Of course, she’s going to have to find the clipper first … or buy a new pair!  Either way, I’m fairly sure there’s going to be plenty of hugs and kisses around her arms if she tries to do it.

While we were in the garden, M Kaz was on the lookout – every vigilant you might say – for her mate Cecil.  We didn’t see Cecil but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t lurking around somewhere – and that she wasn’t prepared to gather me up and have me inside in a single bound if she did sight him. I don’t know why she thinks she has to be the one to see Cecil if he’s there – I’ve told her that I like them too, although that could be the problem, I’m not sure she wants me to play with one!  She’s a meanie!  And, I’m sure she said that despite what people say, geraniums are really not a Cecil deterrent!

Off to Aunty Rosemary’s … again!

I will … I absolutely will … learn how to dispense my own cookies and how to open my tins of food if you will just let me stay home alone! Yes. This means the Mummies left me with Aunty Rosemary again while they went up to Toowoomba. “Take me! Take me!” I said … but they did not.

I knew something was up when M Kaz mentioned my name on the phone a couple of weeks ago … and then last Wednesday morning the Mummies had lots of bags out … for people who were only going away for a few days, they had lots and lots of them. M Kaz had the most … two camera bags, a computer bag, her sleeping machine, the coffee machine (can you believe they take it with them!?!), a shoe bag, an electrics bag … the list goes on and on. The other Mummy takes one bag! Sure, it’s a big bag … but it’s only the one!

They had so much stuff in the car that there was hardly any room for me in there! But they made room – which is a shame because I would have been happy staying home and having Aunty M came over and visit.

But I’m back now … M Kaz picked me up yesterday morning and brought me home. It is good to be home again … with all my toys, and my buses, and my food – they do have food at Aunty Rosemary’s – they make it themselves – but there’s something about your own food isn’t there? Mmmmm … chicken-flavoured cat cookies. What could be better? Except drinking water out of my cup in the sink … and playing with my rubber bands … and my Stringey Thing … and being with my Mummies … and sleeping on the end of their bed.

Yep, doesn’t get much better than this!

Lennie … Lennie… where are you? Come back … all is forgiven! I’m really worried that I haven’t seen you in so long! And what have you done with Kermie? He’s missing in action too. I hope that Cecil that was here the other day hasn’t had anything to do with the two of you not being around. I get so lonely here sometimes and I just want someone to play with … or even just to talk to. The Mummies are sometimes so busy doing things that they just don’t have time for Nigey.

Trying to entertain myself …

What are they doing? Well, at the moment M Sooz is doing a lot of reading including Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann, and watching videos with The Seekers, as well as her usual snake catcher and street food videos (those last two are separate things … really!). M Kaz has a new lens for one of her cameras so she has been taking that out a couple of times – to the Botanic Gardens and also down to the Swell Sculpture Festival. If I’m over-hearing them correctly, she’s planning on going down early tomorrow morning to get the dawn shots that she was too late for on Tuesday.

Otherwise things are much the same around here … although we all spent time watching television last night to see the people in uniforms escort the gun carriage (“catafalque” said M Sooz way before the commentators did) bearing Queen Elizabeth II on The Final Journey from Buckingham Palace to Westminster Hall. They said the journey would take 38 minutes … and they were almost right – you know M Kaz was timing them!

This is my new bus … more about that next time!

Cecil …

I really don’t know why they don’t listen to me. Hmmm. I’ve been telling them for days that there’s been a Cecil in the yard but they only take notice when M Kaz screams “Snake! Snake!” She is such a baby about them. It’s not like they’re going to eat her on anything. And it’s not like I’m going to get out to go and play with Cecil, or bring him inside. Do Cecils eat Lennie’s? Is that why they haven’t been around for yonks?

There have been other lizards in the yard – I was able to play with one the other day while I was out there until it stopped moving … should have called it Possum because when I went off to the other end of the yard to find his friends he wandered off – M Kaz watched him take himself off under a leaf on the lawn … that’s if you can call it a lawn – it’s getting a bit long for that – which is why M Kaz didn’t see Cecil straight away. Hands up everyone else who thinks I won’t be allowed to go outside for a while – at least until Jazz comes to do the mowing, weeding and whipper-snippering.