Month: September 2023

My FM came to visit today – she was down from Toowoomba with work – she had dropped people off at Outback Spectacular and then come to have lunch with the Mummies.  I was at the door to greet her – of course.  I thought about helping M Kaz with the hot beverages, but I thought it was safer if I didn’t – she can be a bit erratic in the kitchen sometimes.  I think that’s why Aunty M let’s M Kaz makes tea for her when she comes over to watch television with them. 

It’s important that those Mummies know who’s the boss around here – and that would be.  M Kaz was talking about CULLING my boxes today – and she had the cheek to touch my new box – you know, the one with the packing inserts still in it – and I just marched right on over there and jumped in it.  Hmm, come to think of it, that’s a bit like Mimi when Aunty M says she’s going to move her cat tower on.  Why can’t they just leave our stuff alone?

And speaking of “our” – actually “my” stuff … oops, sorry, forgot what I was going to write there.  M Kaz interrupted me … oh wait, there it is. It has to do with M Kaz, of course … why does she think that my bed is her bed? She’s just taking up more and more space these days (actually nights) and ever though I wait until she’s settled before I finally climb in, it doesn’t seem to help. Some nights I end up just clinging to the side of the bed so she doesn’t kick me off – she doesn’t mean to, of course, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen. Hmmm. I might get a decent night’s sleep at Aunty Rosemary’s in a minute. No, Mummies, this doesn’t mean l’m looking forward to it!

And just to clarify, the tissue box, by definition, is mine to do with as I choose. Eating the tissues is fair game!

I can’t believe Aunty M was here this morning and I didn’t even see her.  I was Outback with M Kaz, keeping her company while she spoke with TK in Sydney – she is supposed to do the call on a Wednesday morning, but because the Mummies (and Aunty M) were out at a birthday brekkie for A-M – you remember her, she’s the one that sent the big yellow boxes home for me – yes, the ones that M Kaz still hasn’t done anything with except plonked them with the other boxes on the living room floor!  Don’t get me wrong, I can play with them there – they don’t have to be joined together into a train (with windows I hear!) for me to enjoy being in them.  The big white surprise box has also made an appearance.  It is wonderful – and it has lovely inserts in them as well.  It looks as though they wouldn’t be at all comfortable – a bit like a bed of nails – but it is quite relaxing to lie in.  With the inserts in there, I can lie down in the box and still be able to see what’s happening without having to do a meerkat manouevre. 

My nails have grown again since I went to the V-E-T – was that already over a month ago?  I’m wondering if there are any plans to take me back there for another Mani-Pedi before those Mothers take themselves off in the car again.  I can tell they’re getting ready to – M Kaz keeps looking

through the books with the maps in them – and doing researching things on the interweb.  Aunty M even left a magazine open for them on the table – and I could hear the brain cogs whirling in M Kaz’s mind as she tried to work out if they would be able to fit the giants of Eromanga – DINOSAURS! – into this trip.  There may have been sobbing when M Kaz realised that, because it is out near the border with the Northern Territory, that it just wasn’t going to work this time.  But the tears didn’t last long – she’s realised they can do another road trip and take in Eromanga AND the silos at Yelarbon – and maybe finally get to see the museum at that little town starting with M (three times they’ve been there – and each time it has been closed).  The only thing wrong with that plan is – me!  Why wouldn’t they just want to stay home with me all the time rather than going off gallivanting around the countryside.  Yes, I get to help M Kaz go through the photographs but it’s just not the same as having them here.  

The good news is that Mimi is slowly settling into being home again.  Whatever happened to her has made her into a bit of a fraidy-cat so I am thinking she was taken by not nice people who tied her to the roof and threw rocks at her!  Do you know that old thing that mothers used to tell their children (well M Kaz’s did anyway) – that if someone took them, they’d soon bring them back.  I wonder if that is what did happen to Mimi – and she seems like such a nice girl.

Well, that was concerning!  Mimi went outside on Friday morning and then didn’t come home for hours and hours and hours.  To say everyone was worried about her would be a massive understatement.  Aunty M was out walking the streets looking for her and calling out her name.  The Mummies offered to go over and help but Mimi (despite all her wonderful traits) is a bit nervous and probably wouldn’t have come to them.  But the good news is that Mimi finally did come home.  Aunty M doesn’t know if she was locked in somewhere or had caught her lead on something – but I think the general consensus is that she may have been catnapped because both her collar and her lead (not attached to each other) were not on her when she came home at 11.30 pm.  She was very frightened and  very hungry – and very much in need of her toilet (she’s a litter-tray kind of girl like me). 

We’ll never know what happened for sure but Aunty M said that Mimi can get a huge yowl on when she is not happy and if someone had taken her, she would have started that – and they would have been hard-pressed to control it or contain her once she started her shredding claws going.  It is so good she found her way home, wherever she was – and I believe that (for the next while at least) she will not be given as much freedom to roam alone outside.  If she wants to spend unsupervised time outside, Aunty M and Mouse might have to get her a cat enclosure … I wonder what Uncle Wayne is doing – maybe he could build them an Outback like mine.

The Mummies are away for the weekend which means Aunty M is going to come and see me.  I can show her my new box – there is a new big white one that I haven’t been able to get into yet which only arrived on Friday – it’s all sealed and sitting on the floor near my other boxes (did someone say Disneyland?) and I can’t help wondering if there is something for me inside there.  Or whether it’s going to be something for the Mummies – again.  They’re always getting ‘stuff’ – but at least I do get the boxes! Maybe I should send one of them home with Aunty M to give to Mimi so she knows I’m happy she’s home safe and sound.