Brrrr. It’s colder than it has been and I am defintely cuddling up with those Mummies to sleep. And that works well for all of us – until I wake up just after 5am and want the Mummies to get up too so they can feed me or play a game with me. I’m sure this is why M Kaz locked me out of the bedroom the other morning – although, to be fair, it may have been a bit earlier than that.
Of course, my naughtiness doesn’t end there. I don’t know why but I feel strangely attracted to scratching the television at the moment. I just can’t help getting up there and then having a scratch. I don’t think those Mothers are that keen on me doing that though because M Kaz has found the red spray bottle – and she’s not afraid to use it. It would be scarier if it worked all the time – but it doesn’t and I don’t want to have to be the one to point out that she needs to buy a better bottle if she wants it to be an effective deterrent. Otherwise, I’m just going to keep getting up there – and she’s just going to have to keep getting off the couch to reach me. Hmmmm … if she was really clever, she’d invest in a water pistol – no, no, not a supersoaker. She’ll never think of that though – I hope.
Otherwise nothing much has been happening here – which is why I haven’t been posting all that much. It could be because M Kaz’s fingers have been a bit frozen, which does make it a bit harder for her to type up my blog for me. She and M Sooz have actually been spending some time in the mornings Outback with me – because it is so much warmer there than in the house. It is nice having breakfast or morning tea with them out there – especially when they’re having those Parle-G biscuits that I love. Uncle Wayne loves them too – he likes his dipped in milk.
I keep looking but I haven’t seen any snakes in the yard since the plumber was here. M Kaz has said there have been sightings around the area – she’s seen people talking about it on the local FaceBook group. She’s taking it seriously – she’s made a note of the contact details for the local snake catcher.
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