Sunday morning – early (8 Dec 24)

Enjoying a table siesta.

I’m not sure what that M Kaz has been doing, but it’s not transcribing my blog for me.  She seems to be doing ‘stuff’ but I’m not exactly sure what that is but I think part of it has been helping Aunty M with her move.  M Kaz and Ravi (and sometimes M Sooz) have been going off to Aunty M’s place, sometimes bringing stuff back here, sometimes taking it to Vinnies (the charity shop) or Lifeline (another charity place) or to the tip at Molendinar or Helensvale.  I think M  Kaz likes going to the tip (aka waste collection and recycling centre) because she’s talking about taking some of her and M Sooz’s leftover things there.

Looking after Mimi’s cushion.

I’ve been doing quite well out of Aunty M’s move.  I scored Mimi’s cat tower which it looks like I’ll now be keeping, and last week M Kaz came home with a cushion with strange looking four-legged creatures with long necks on it – I think she said they were lamas – oh wait, I think that’s llama with a double l – not the other kind.  I’m not sure if Mimi will want this one back, but I am certainly enjoying looking after it for her.  It is very comfortable – although I did hear M Kaz pondering the other day about just how I am able to fit so comfortably on it. 

Keeping a lookout for KB.

There’s still been no sign of KB (the snake) but I am a little worried that the Mummies might find it out the front again (or out the side or out the back where they are not expecting to see it).  M Kaz was sitting out in the sun in the front courtyard the other morning and I bravely kept an eye on things from my window seat (all right, bed) in her office. 

My tray is dry (and fresh) today.

I don’t think the Mummies are going to move my tray back inside but they may have to move it somewhere else Outback if it keeps raining from the north.  While they were away in Toowoomba last weekend (yes, they deserted me again) the rain blew in and left a coating of damp clumping litter in my tray.  It wasn’t too bad but it’s certainly not something I want to get used to.

Did someone say ‘table box’?

But I am used to being back on the table in my box (and the insert from the new coffee machine box) and I’m getting as much ‘on-table’ time as I can before Uncle Wayne comes back next week. 

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