TUESDAY 11th October: Sleepy and walkless
Cato:
Yesterday we went for lunch with Mum and Dad to the sausage place. It was a working day for Mum so we had to rush. Mum had boring fish, and Dad had boring eggs, so Dad asked the nice lady for a sausage for us! We like the nice sausage lady. She brought us our sausage all chopped up on a little plate specially for us!
We like the sausage cafe and the sausage lady!!!
Mum would have taken a pic of our sausage, only she had been so busy with work, and we were in such a rush that she forgot the phonecamerathing.
Dad larffed at her.
We didn't cos we were so busy sniffing sausage.
We do have some pics to show you though.
This is the one pic that survived from before the camera died. It is sunny and windy and sniffy, isn't it?
The red boat is for Hull Docks, and has container stuff on it. And the white sails are mad people who like sailing on freezing cold water.
And this is us in bed yesterday morning. We didn't want to get up.
And this is us half an hour later on our Day Bed near Mum's desk. I don't know why Mum wants to sit working at the computer all day when she could sleep with us. She would like it more, wouldn't she?
Tara:
Don't Cato's ears look weird in the Day Bed pic? He was snoring, and had his snozzle pressed into the bed. I don't know how he can breathe sleeping like that.
Can you see my bit of cardboard, on the floor. My Dad gave me that so I could chew it and kill it when he had a parcel.
Mum says there is lots of rain coming. And we had some today, so no walk AT ALL today. But Mum says I shouldn't whinge, cos all the rain today and tomorrow and on and on and on means that there should be MUD to play with! Yay!!! We haven't seen any proper MUD for AGES. Not since before the hothothot weather. Can't wait!
Got to go beat up the Rainbow Lobster now. Laters!!!
Cato: Um... has she finished? Only I wanted to ask you Aunties a Very Important Question. And I can't ask it in front of Tara, on account of her being a pest and she will probably larff at me, if she knows I have asked you.
It is about my tail.
I don't think it is looking very good at the moment.
It is quite upsetting.
My tail is ALWAYS nicer than Tara's tail. On account of her being silly. And a girl. And not having such a nice tail as me.
I am right, aren't I?
Anyway. We went to nice AuntieGroomer on Friday. And on the way there, my tail was looking all full and lush and wavy and nice. But on the way back it suddenly started looking all thin and scrubby and scrawny.
And at the same time, Tara's tail started to look fluffy and wavy and almost nice.
That isn't right, is it Aunties?
There must be something wrong with it.
It is very worrying. I know Mum says I shouldn't worry, and tails change and my tail will always be the best tail EVER, but I can't help it. I am worrying. It doesn't help that Tara was trying to pull me off the sofa by it yesterday, and I think she made it even scrawnier. It won't fall off, will it Aunties? Cos I don't think I could bear that!!!
Mum says that she thinks you may need to see my poor tail to decide if it is going to fall off, or not. But I don't want to show you. My tail should be lovely and wavy and impressive. I don't want you to see me like this.
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