Month: April 2025

I thought M Kaz was trying to do a better job of keeping my blog up to date – but I was wrong. I know she means well and all but she just gets busy doing other stuff. Well, that’s what she tells me – and herself. But she’s doing it now so I’m not going to complain anymore

I’m just trotting off to my bedroom to have a nap so I’ve got lots of energy to go galloping around Jannie tonight after “lights out”. And then I’ll go and sleep on their legs again. Yes, I’ve been doing that this week again before the weather has turned cooler. It’s so much cooler than it used to be – cool enough that M Sooz isn’t putting the Vortex fan or the air conditioning on. And, yes, M Kaz is very excited about sleeping in a warmer room-especially when I’m on the bed with them. Not that I sleep with them all the time: I do have my own bed which I love too and which doesn’t have Mummies all over it. I think they think I take up a lot of room – but they take up so much more!

There’s no word yet of when Uncle Wayne is coming back to Jannie so there’s still time for those spray bottles to have a big rest. The one at the front door has disappeared and now if I get too close to the door when either of those Mummies is coming or going, M Kaz pretends she has the spray bottle by making a stupid squirting/squishing sound. She’s not very good at it.

A new series – to replace “Midsomer Murders” and “Call The Midwife” still eludes the Mummies. People down at the Broadwater, in the morning while M Kaz is there, have suggested shows they might like to watch, but naught has come of that yet. Those Mummies did watch half of “Little Women” last night and I’m looking forward to seeing the end of it tonight. Did I mention they got dinner from Noodle Box last night and there was loads left over so I know what they’ll be having tonight. Maybe – you know how they are sometimes about their food.

Despite M Kaz’s protestations – and that she did manage to get a photograph of the bare patch of skin under my neck, she still hasn’t managed to get me to the VET to have it checked out.  I don’t know if I should be concerned or not

I don’t know why the fan Outback came on by itself the other day – but I’m not one to look a gift fan in the mouth – and by the time M Kaz came out to investigate she found me at the very top of my tower – revelling in the gale-force wind blowing my hair … oops, I meant fur. We’re still not sure why it happened and why the fan came on at full force. M Kaz had to unplug it to get it to stop because the buttons on the far weren’t working, and the remote wasn’t working. I’m not sure when she’s planning to have the electrician in to have a look at it. There’s another couple of jobs she wants doing too – some she can’t do. Yes, M Kaz, there is absolutely nothing stopping you from getting the ladder out and changing that light bulb in the toilet – you just need a new bulb, sensible shoes, and the ladder.

It’s still raining most days here at Jannie, and I even managed to get out in it the other day. I think M Kaz was a bit surprised when I charged out there through the open front door – yes, she had left the door wide open while she was taking a photograph of something (not me for a change!). The last time I managed to get out in the rain, I came straight back in – this time I just stood there in the rain waiting for M Kaz to put the camera away so she could carry me inside. And then take some photos of me.

There have been heaps of photos of me, of course, and she’s even started making stickers of me to use on her phone.
She’s been spending some time on her phone using AI to make emojis, which she uses to tell Aunty Wendy her Wordle score. Well, she would if the AI could get it right. ‘Six ants sitting on a picnic rug’ she told it – and it gave her four ants on a picnic rug.   It’s amazing that it can do that – but also amazing that it doesn’t quite get it quite right.

M Sooz is still not well – and this is more than a week later. She’s been to the doctor twice now and is having some tests done.  Hopefully, they will find out what’s wrong with her, and she can be well again. It can’t be any fun for her.