Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

Sheesh, and for once it seemed like a half-normal day!

I woke up at a half-decent hour, and of course wanted to know where Dear Puss was so opened up the patio door, to my mother watering down the concrete (somewhat illegal in water-restricted Melbourne) causing me to roll eyeballs in disbelief.

A bit later, I call out for Dear Puss, the dialogue as follows:

“Woooo-llllll-fieeeeeee!”
Pause.
(faintly) meeow!

Take 2: “Woooo-llllll-fieeeeeee!”
Pause.
(faintly) meeow!

Take 3: “Woooo-llllll-fieeeeeee!”
Pause.
(faintly) meeow!

Take 4: “Puss?”
No answer.

“Are you there?”
No sound.

I try this a few more times, and come to the conclusion that my cat is answering me. And I think I know why: he’s stuck somewhere. I explain this to my mum, who looks at me wide-eyed and realises that he apparently dashed out before she had a chance to close the under-house door - it’s really small, and she’d reclosed it not considering that Puss had sneaked down there. It just seemed too odd that he was answering me: he’d just come when called.

Turned out, I was right, the poor dear had been holed up (not for long thankfully) and had cobweb dreadlocks all over him. Bless. Thank goodness he was ok!

Next crazy thing? Oh those wacky Canadians… Why? One word: Screech. I looked it up for a Canadian friend who was given some and apparently it had hit her for 6. So…what’s with the kissing the cod fish? Erk. Must be the cold, does something funny to their brains. But hang on, they’re the good North Americans…hmm…

Was hoping to have posted on Blogcritics by now to brag to you all, but some finishing touches need to go on the review, but keeping checking here for news and braggart-like behaviour.