Author: kazbah33pics

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.

Aunty M came around this afternoon so M Kaz could help her set up her new phone. It took a little while. but that was M Kaz’s fault because she hit the back button in the middle of the download of something called a system update – and it had to start over again. But in the end it was all done except for the downloading of all the apps that Aunty M had on he.r old phone which had transferred over to the new phone – like magic.
To thank the Mummies, Aunty M shouted them dinner – and she gave me some chippies too. I only ever want a taste of things – and that was enough tonight – I didn’t even want any chicken.

Sunday
Where have the last couple of days disappeared to? It’s Sunday evening already and those Mummies have settled in to water another episode of Midsomer Murders. I like to call it Nigey-Mummy-Together-Time. I snuggle up against M Kaz’s foot and then, after she’s patted me a bit, I reciprocate by giving her feet a bit of … affection. I think she has another name for it. I think she calls it Nigey-Mummy- Bitey-Time. Heh heh. I might call it that too. It seems fitting.
While they watched Inspector Barnaby, I went on the hunt for dinosaurs (or cracodiles as M Sooz calls them) and found one. What was it those Mummies said as I tried to play with it: Nigey doesn’t understand how glass works. Well, I think I do. Glass means that the dinosaur is outside and I’m not, even though I can see them and almost touch them, I can not. I’m not sure the dinosaur even knew I was there. I looked out the other window later but I couldn’t see where it’d gone.

Well that was absolutely no fun at all.  I was snuggling M Kaz’s leg this morning – when she was going through her photographs after being down at the Broadwater to see the sunrise – when she pretended she was going to let me Outback.  She didn’t though – she just locked me in the laundry (she would say:  contained) and when she did let me back out I ran out, past the cat cage she’d obviously just made ready, and straight up to the bedroom and under the other Mummy’s bed.  I wasn’t going to move, but that was before the broom started coming under the bed looking for me.  I vamoosed out onto the back deck – M Kaz had kindly instructed M Sooz to open the door to lure me out from under the bed.  I swear she doesn’t think these things through sometimes.  Once on the back deck, M Kaz tried to catch me – but I was having none of that – and zoomed back inside and under the bed.  Funnily enough, the broom came looking for me again – so off I went back Outback.  This time both those Mothers tried to catch me and M Kaz finally scruffed me while I was trying to make myself go as heavy as I could under one of the chairs.  It doesn’t take much to put the next bits together – M Kaz jammed me into the cat cage, threw a cover over me, and took me out to the car and to the V-E-T.

The only good thing is that at the V-E-T’s, there was no thermometer – just a weigh-in (I’m maintaining my weight), a gum and tooth check (all good), tummy probe (no lumps or bumps to worry about), heart murmur listen (no change), a vaccination and a nail clip.  I gave M Kaz the silent treatment on the way home – and once we arrived home, but I took pity on her a while later and went and put my head on her foot as she sat on the side of the bed playing her casino game.  

Aunty M came round to see me yesterday – she’d come to put things in the Mummies’ rubbish bin or in the neighbour’s flexible blue skip. It was good to see her because she’s been so busy the last while – she’s packing up Mouse’s house before the sale is finalised, and she’s also looking for somewhere for them to live. At this stage they’re even thinking about renting so they have something in good time that they’re happy with. The hardest part of it besides deciding what needs to stay or go, is filling out rental applications. I know I wouldn’t want to have to fill out all that paperwork- which is why we cats just turn up somewhere and wait to be welcomed in and adopted. Yes, definitely no paperwork here.