Author: kazbah33pics

Glue. That’s what I said M Kaz … glue. Don’t think I’m letting you anywhere out of my sight now that you have finally rescued me from the cattery and Aunty Michelle. You wonder why I talk so much when I come home from visiting her. There’s a very simple explanation for that but you’ll have to stay with her a couple of days yourself to find out.

That being said, it is good to be home and sleeping in all my favourite spots again – and there are a few of them – the house that Aunty M got me, my box on the table, the chair under the table in the living area, my bed, your bed M Kaz, my washing basket outside, M Sooz’s bed … it’s a wonder I spend any time awake really with all the lovely sleeping spots I have.

I’m a bit concerned that all my friends have left me because I haven’t seen any of them since I arrived home. What’s that? Because I’ve been sleeping so much. Or is it because they don’t like the sound of your typewriter either? It’s much quieter when you use the computer (and you seem to say a lot less cuss words as well) but whatever makes you happy M Kaz – I don’t want you to worry because you’ve turned me into a social pariah.

I didn’t see the snake that was in the neighbour’s courtyard the other day. I’m not sure if it was a Cecil I know but I won’t know now because they bundled him up and took him over the road to the stormwater outlet and sent him on his way. They told M Kaz that they didn’t even think about popping him over the fence to our side. And speaking of fences, the biggest bird was on the one outside the Outback yesterday. It was huge, I would even say it was bigger than me. The Mummies called it a bin chicken but I don’t think that’s the scientific name for it – and it didn’t look like any other chicken I’ve seen on television or coming into Jannie in their little carry-home bags from the supermarket.

The Mummies seem to have had a good time without me while they had me with Aunty Michelle – for my own safety. They went to Lismore which must be miles and miles away because it is in another time zone – and don’t think M Kaz didn’t go on and on about that and how being in another time zone magically muddled her body clock and the calendar dates on her phone.

It’s rained a fair bit since I’ve been home and the good news is that the roof repairs seem to have worked. It hasn’t rained inside – not that it ever did but there would be a patch of something appearing on the ceiling in the hall – and yes, M Kaz, I have seen you watching that like a hawk. And the new shade sail has remained in place too. Good times.

You never know what those Mummies are going to come home with. This time it is a toy for me – or is it a new friend? They are battery-operated and go tearing through the house at a rate of knots. They have three settings – slow, fast and interactive. ‘Interactive’ means they make an annoying noise before scuttling off. I am not totally sure what I think of them yet. I sometimes deign to chase them – other times I let them have at it. I think M Kaz is getting more exercise from chasing it around than I am. The good news is that they are able to get themselves out from under things when they have put themselves there: the only thing M Kaz has to do is to make sure she notes whether the red light indicating ‘low charge’ is on – so she can snafu it before it races under something and gets stuck there. That’s why HAL (the robot vacuum cleaner) is not allowed in the Mummies’ bedroom because if he got stuck there – that’s where he would have to stay because there is no way the Mummies can move their beds – or get under them. And even though we know I’m strong, I wouldn’t be able to wrestle it out from under there either – and even if I could, there’s too much other stuff in the way.

So, where was I? The new toy/friend. The first night they were here, M Kaz made sure they were turned off and put in my mango box on the lounge. The Mummies know I like taking my little rubber band friends to share my food and M Kaz was worried I might do this with the ball and leave them somewhere in a transit area and cause a late night or early morning fall for one of the Mummies. That wouldn’t be good – it would be funny, but it wouldn’t be good.

I’m glad I don’t live with Cate and Steve over the courtyard fence – or that I can’t see what’s going on in there. Why? Because they had a snake visitor the other day that Cate didn’t even realise was there until she walked over it and it was between her and the door. She’s braver than Uncle Wayne because when he sees a snake he cries out ‘Nake … nake’. I didn’t hear anything from over the fence – not even when they were scooping the snake up into a box and then taking it over the road near a stormwater drain for the snake to ‘hide in’. ‘Don’t worry’ said Cate, ‘the boys there are big strapping lads and they’ll be able to deal with it if it shows up.’ The Mummies and I are very pleased she doesn’t think of us that way otherwise that snake might have come sailing over our fence.

This time a year ago the Mummies were away and Uncle Wayne and I were living our best lives – yes, that’s right, he is allergic to me and all cats but I am not as bad as some … black cats seem to be the worst and we all know I only have a little bit of black on me (and ‘in’ me bwaaahaha). Well, Uncle Wayne has just left here to go back to Toowoomba so I have reclaimed my bedroom.

Before that, I was having to file myself in M Kaz’s wardrobe – it’s cosy enough but not really conducive to stretching out in bed. I also spent some time in my air fryer box which had been moved from the table to on the floor near the dining room table, and I also spent time in my mango box on the couch next to M Kaz while they were watching Richard Osman’s House of Games (which they have now finished).

While Uncle Wayne was here, he taught/reminded M Kaz how to use the BBQ, bought a new gas cylinder and had it filled – it’s a lovely yellow, hung up a picture for Aunty M, and did some shopping and cooking with the Mummies. He went down to the Broadwater with M Kaz every morning and they enjoyed some lovely sunrises with the group down there – and he played with Jesse on the days that he and his mother were there.

Aunty Wendy came to visit while Uncle Wayne was here too.  She sat out with him (well, both she and M Kaz) sat out there with him as he worked the BBQ. He also listened when M Kaz said the BBQ was too low for her – and unless it was higher, even though it was a lovely way to cook, she probably wouldn’t – so he built a platform for the BBQ to rest on so M Kaz could use it without complaining about how it was hurting her back. (Yes, she is a bit of a whinger!).

And yes, I did remember that I used to live with Aunty Wendy before I came to live with the Mummies – and even though she has new shoes now – and so she should because I’ve been at Jannie for over five years now – I still enjoyed sitting with her shoes like I used to when I lived with her. I wonder if M Kaz still has my baby photos from then.

How many rolls of toilet paper do those Mummies need? I only ask because M Kaz came home with 48 rolls of it today from the shop – but not just any shop. M Kaz has been to … drumroll please – Costco – home of bulk quantities at low prices. I guess we can all be surprised that M Kaz spent only $120 on her first visit to an establishment offering groceries, appliances, electronics, apparel and … well, obviously not cat food or crunchies because I can’t believe M Kaz would have seen it and not brought some (well lots) home for me.

What else did she bring home? Baked beans were there (… hmmm those toilet paper rolls are starting to make a bit more sense now), mandarins, almonds and rocky road. Rocky Road? From Costco? In bulk? What the … and still M Kaz didn’t come back with anything at all for me.