|I've had such a busy morning!|
Autumn has finally arrived in Brisbane! I know because when I woke up this morning it was cool and there was some wind - and the air conditioner wasn't even on!
I woke up feeling cool and listening to the wind, and got so excited that the weather had changed. I woke Mum up to tell her. She rolled over and went back to sleep. I woke her up again. She stroked me and went back to sleep. I woke her up using my claws and teeth, and she picked me up and threw me out of the bedroom and shut the door.
A couple of hours later, when the alarm went off, Mum got up to enjoy the autumn weather with me.
I rushed ahead of her to the laundry, for my Friskies; but the box wasn't on top of the washing machine. Mum found it on the floor behind the machine. She had to move the washing machine to get it. "You tried to serve yourself already?" she said. Of course I did. It's a windy autumn day, you don't stay still on a windy autumn day.
Once I'd had a big serve of Friskies, I found Mum and Mr 18 having their breakfast. I saw them as I rocketed past from the laundry, through the garage and dining room and out to the courtyard. In the courtyard, I flattened myself because I was divebombed by a mina bird. (Someone told the mina birds it's autumn as well, apparently.)
Then I lept up, zoomed back through the dining room and garage, skidded into the garage door. I leapt up in the air, and went flying back through the garage and dining room to the courtyard.
Mum and Mr 18 watched me.
"Is he being chased by something that doesn't exist?" Mum asked.
"Schizophrenia?" said Mr 18.
"Would explain a lot," said Mum.
Mr 18 agreed with her.
I did a magnificent pirouette, and broke the sound barrier as I flew back into the lounge room and skittered along the china cabinet.
Mr 18 caught a flying Royal Doulton milk jug, in a great one-handed catch and put it back in its place.
"Maybe he's like a shark," he said. "If he stops moving he'll die."
"That will cause a problem when he has his 900 naps of the day," Mum said.
"Good point," said Mr 18.
I'd spun out in the garage again by this time and headed back for a return circuit.
I miscalculated the doorway from the dining room into the courtyard, and went splat head-first into the glass door. Then I decided to have a nap.
"Oh look," said Mum, "he can stay still."
I don't know what happened after that - when I woke up everyone had gone.
Well, that was my morning. I hope you enjoy this windy autumn day too.
Until next time we meet in the bloggosphere,