I’ve seen more of that spray bottle in the last week than I would have liked. Yes, it seems that Uncle Wayne didn’t take it with them when he and Aunty Wendy went to their lodgings down the road. M Kaz is, I think, a little less tolerant of my kisses and cuddles at the moment. I’m not sure why but I wish she would get over it – I hate getting wet almost as much as I hate having to sleep in the air conditioning in the Mummies’ bedroom. Yes, it is that time of year again … even with the rain – although I think that’s stopped now. I think the Mummies counted 16 days of rain in a row.
Does that sound like “b*itching”? I was surprised the other day when Aunty Wendy said something about me having a “b*tch wall”. M Kaz came to my defence and said it was actually a blog and Aunty Wendy said she didn’t think so. Hmmmm. A tad rude. I may have to go back over what M Kaz has transcribed for me over the years and see what she’s talking about. I wonder if she’s right. M Kaz thinks she isn’t but sometimes she’s a bit one-sided and biased the way she is about me. Or has M Kaz been taking liberties when she’s been writing my thoughts down. Is she not to be trusted?
It’s Halloween and Jannie has not been overrun with children doing trick or treat. The teenagers who have been egging houses in a nearby street haven’t been here either … yet!
