Tuesday

Well, they had me locked up for three days this time, and although Aunty Rosemary (of the no-longer-green-hair) and her helpers are nice, it isn’t the same as being at home!  Yes, as soon as I arrived back (after I checked to make sure my deck is still okay) I tried to turn my back on them – but the Mummies’ new beds are just so nice that I couldn’t keep it up.  And yes, my deck is still there and as wonderful as ever.  The even better news is that Uncle Wayne may be coming to visit next month – so we’re all looking forward to that.

I slept with M Kaz for part of last night, and then on the floor near the bathroom (it will be so good when they get the real bases for their new beds – with the lights underneath so M Sooz will be sure to see me when I’m there), and then on the couch between the two flamingo cushions.  It was a busy night.  M Sooz was up for part of it – she still isn’t sleeping well – but she should be sleeping better now that they know I am home and not locked up at Aunty Rosemary’s Disciplinary School for Wayward Cats.  What?  I never mentioned that’s what it’s called before? That’s one of the main reasons I don’t like going there … I’m not a wayward cat, and I certainly don’t require discipline – well … I don’t, I’m just a little high spirited sometimes.

There was a bit of excitement here this morning when M Sooz called out from the toilet that there had been a malfunction … she just said something had gone wrong (with the toilet!) but it’s important to try to expand our vocabularies.  Apparently, it had flooded in there and at first M Kaz thought it might have overflowed (now, where is that plunger, it was around here somewhere) but apparently it had seeped/gushed/escaped from around the bottom.  Some towels later (yes, it really is time for a proper mop not just the one they have for cleaning up small spills – theirs and mine) the floor was dry and M Kaz was waiting for it to be 8 am so she could call my mate Aiden, the plumber.  I think she’s going to ask him to change the taps in the main bathroom while he’s here.

And speaking of tradies, the electrician is due tomorrow.  I know M Kaz has been working on a list of things that need to be done, so that will be fun for him. There are light switches to fix, maybe fans to be changed, an air conditioner to be looked at, the sensor light at the front to be replaced … yes, definitely a few things because that’s not everything on the list!

It’s good they can hire folk in to do things for them because there is still no sign of my replacement cat grass.  I happened to see (espy) the old one on the front patio (portico –  a small one) on my way back from Aunty Rosemary’s and it definitely is not well.  M Kaz has been giving it water (and lots of it) but it doesn’t seem to be helping much.

Grass.  Hmmmm.  It’s a pity the Mummies didn’t let me out in the yard before Jazz’s guy came to mow and tidy up.  There’s hardly anything left worth nibbling on.  Yes, yes, we know it looks tidy, but that’s not the point. 

Photos? Where are the photos? I’ve been locked up so there aren’t any … this time!