The Mummies were looking for me the other day but they could not see me even though I was less than a metre away from them. I was sitting on my cat tower, near the window, where M Kaz had placed it so I would be able to look out of the window. I was just sitting there, listening to them wonder where I was – was I under the bed, was I on the ironing board, was I in the bed that Uncle Wayne and I share … or the one they didn’t even mention – sitting there right in front of them?
It is a little bit colder at Jannie at the moment so I am spending my days luxuriating in the sun Outback during the day or sleeping on the couch or in with the Mummies at night.
The Mummies have just started Season 5 of Midsomer Murders. It’s interesting listening to them as they talk about whether they remember what’s in each episode. It would be interesting to know why they seem to remember some better than others – because they really do.
This will be my last entry for this week because the Mummies (as I realised this morning) are putting me in to Boarding School. The carrier cage is in the living room and I suspect that at any moment M Kaz will come to scoop me up and take …
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