The Mummies are sad because the Olympics in Paris are over. They are also happy because they are going to be there in a bit. I know this because while they were showing aerial shots of Paris while they waited for the last person to finish the Women’s Marathon, M Kaz was using the television and Google Maps to show M Sooz exactly where they would be staying (that’s if M Kaz doesn’t change that booking!).
They were crying during the Marathon – tears of happiness – as they watched while Kinzang, the Bhutan entrant, the last person to cross the finish line, was ‘paced’ by upwards of 300 people riding, walking and running beside the track with her for the last couple of kilometres. She finished 90 minutes after the winner and about an hour (at least) after the second-last contestant. What an amazing feat and show of perseverance and fortitude. I know if it had been me I probably would have just hopped onto the bus of DNFs (Did Not Finish) entrants – and have missed out on the show of what it takes to make an Olympian. And even while this was going on, those Mummies wouldn’t let me up near the television so I could cheer her on as well. Those Mothers can be so mean sometimes!
But they can be nice too. After playing too hard with my terrace, it has fallen apart and has now been moved to the recycling bin. M Kaz has put another one out for me – lovely of her, right? Maybe if she’d given me one that I can fit into properly it would be better! But I’m not really complaining – at least I have a cat-e-o.
The rain has set in but as always it is nice and dry Outback. I haven’t seen the Mummies out there much as M Kaz is busy in the office with trip planning and M Sooz is reading a bit, and watching some videos, and then reading some more.
Aunty M came over to see me yesterday. She had lunch with the Mummies and me, although they didn’t seem to want me on the table while they were eating. I’m not sure why – I’d cleaned my paws. And speaking of the V-E-T – because those Mummies and Aunty M were – it would appear that I have to be on the lookout for M Kaz approaching me in the next week or so. She is planning to take me for a routine blood test which would be fine except last time the V-E-T tried to take blood from me, I kicked up a bit of a fuss. They’re not going to have another attempt unless I am sedated. That sedation will be in the form of a couple of pills which Aunty M has recommended they use the ‘scruff (by the neck) and throw (down the throat) method for. I am not looking forward to that – but the real question is, who is not looking forward to it more, me or M Kaz! Stay tuned.
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