|Percy, recovering from the trauma of a bath.|
This is completely unacceptable!
First of all, one of the servants, the one known as Mum, left. She just went away and did not come back for days.
Second, while she was gone, the door to my bedroom was left closed. Both Miss Fanta and I had to find somewhere else to sleep, as our bed was inaccessible. Because we are very gracious animals, we usually allow Mum to sleep in our bed with us. This policy will be reviewed.
Third, it rained. Then it rained some more. It drizzled and dripped. And then there was a downpour. I am led to believe this had something to do with a tropical cyclone or some other nonsense.
Fourth, and possibly related to the third point, the ground was wet and muddy. Mr D had suggested I might want to change my routine on account of all of the wetness falling from the sky. I explained that when it was time to go and lie in the sun, I fully intended to go out in the sun.
Fifth, when I came inside, wet and muddy on account of the fourth point, I was bathed!
Sixth, then Mum came home from wherever she had been and asked if I had missed her!
It's really all too much!
Sir Percival Yowling-feline
Mum's note: For those readers who may be concerned, Tropical Cyclone Debbie did not actually hit this part of Queensland. We have just had the rain that follows a cyclone.
For interest, here is our local creek, normally:
And this is our local creek today:
The sign reads "Use Other Footpath" - which is really good advice at the moment.
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