Author: kazbah33pics

Well, the cat is well and truly out of the bag.  Hmmm … Why do they say that?  Was the cat ever really ‘in’ the bag?  Certainly not this cat but when the time comes I do want to be “in the bag”.  How did all this come about?  I heard those Mummies on the phone today talking with the “bank” and letting them know where and when they were going.  They have to do that so they can make sure they can still use their accounts while they are “over there”.  I think it would be fair to say that they have fairly much been keeping me out of the loop on this one.  Just as well I’m keeping an ear out – which is probably how I find out most things around here.

M Kaz was busy yesterday.  She was going through the cupboard in the kitchen and putting things from there into a green garbage bag.  Without being asked, she told M Sooz that she was removing all the food that was out of date.  I know, I know, some people suggest that Use By and Best Before dates are by way of suggestion only but, as M Kaz noted, since some of the stuff in there had a Use By or Best Before date of some time in 2019, she didn’t think it was such a bad decision.

I had a chance to get in the dryer again tonight, which I took.  I’m glad M Kaz always checks before she turns the dryer on because I think it could be a bit rough and tumble in there – and a tad on the warm side.

Midsomer Murders continues.  The good news is that I heard M Kaz say that they only have about 11 episodes left.  ‘Before we start again’ said M Sooz.  I think M Kaz started quietly sobbing at that point.  And I can’t say I blame her.  I’m a bit sick of her seeing the first shot of an episode and saying things like ‘Walt’, ‘Helicopter’, ‘Robot’ and then waiting for them to appear.  They always do. It will be good when we find something else to watch.

Those Mothers are still not letting me outside by myself – well, we know they wouldn’t let me “outside” outside, but they should be able to let me Outback – like they promised. Although, it has started to be a bit cooler and even when I have been able to get Outback, I have been choosing to stay inside.

Last night I was relaxing on M Sooz’s recliner – because nothing could be finer … (You sang the rest of that ,didn’t you ? I know M Kaz did ! ) . I don’t – know where the time goes, and neither does M Kaz except they did go to the Sunday Markets for a few hours today to catch up with everyone. They seem to have had a good time – and the coffee was good. Don’t quote me but I think I could also smell the remnants of a German sausage or two on their breaths . I notice they didn’t bring me home any . They’re mean like that.

Those Mummies did go to Toowoomba on the weekend and they seemed to have a good time without me. I’m willing to bet they didn’t even think about me here, home, all alone, by myself, running around, searching for them high and low – until Aunty M came to see me. I did my best to look as though I was hungry – starving – and hadn’t eaten since the Mummies had left.  It worked because Aunty M sent the Mummies a message with a picture of me looking almost positively gaunt. It wasn’t easy.

The Mummies arrived home on Sunday afternoon and almost immediately went into their room and had “nana naps”, and then (finally) routine prevailed and they sat down to watch an episode of “Midsomer Murders”. I wanted to tell them what was going to happen – but M Sooz prefers it to be a surprise. I really don’t see how it can be since they’re up to about the gazillionth time through them.

M Kaz’s sister gave both the Mummies birthday presents while they were in Toowoomba. M Sooz’s was L’Occitane products plus a girl bag for putting her toiletries in for their upcoming trip. M Kaz got Bob – her “one in a minion’ blankie, and I would suggest that she may be planning to take Bob with her wherever she goes from now on – here or abroad.

Also coming back from Toowoomba with them is “the hat” which is currently with bear but which M Kaz may use when they are in colder climes.

It is bit cooler now – it had been quite warm over the last week – so I have moved back in with the Mummies at nighttime. I don’t know why it is that they take up so much room in the bed but it is a little annoying that they do. I do my best to carve out enough real estate for me but it isn’t always easy with their legs all over the place, and it doesn’t help that M Kaz does ‘bed goes up’ and then sleeps with it that way. It’s even worse when she puts the massage-thingey on. Is it any wonder that I sometimes go and sleep in on Uncle Wayne’s bed?

Despite their assurances that I would be allowed to stay Outback while they were out, that has yet to happen. I’m not sure what they’re so worried about. It’s not that I can get out – although M Kaz was saying to me the other day that she wasn’t sure that I would know to go inside and hide under their beds if anything happened. I take it that didn’t mean Chris coming with all his noisy equipment. That was yesterday. He had a chainsaw (yes a chainsaw – strange because we don’t have any trees!), and a lawnmower, and a blowey-thing, and a whipper-snipper and probably other stuff as well – which didn’t make much of a noise. It looks as though someone cares what Jannie looks like now. It certainly didn’t before.

The Mummies are off to Toowoomba tomorrow to see M Kaz’s sister about some sewing, and to catch up with the family.  It’s been a couple of months since they’ve been up there.  Before they go, I spent some time running around Jannie this evening to show them how much I am going to miss them, before finally coming to rest in the dryer.