the entertainment

I survived the writer-a-thon. Just. Spent much of the weekend curled up under E's doona (cosy) or nagging at her for attention. I have a sneaking suspicion I was the entertainment, however. One of E's friends spent an inordinate amount of time watching me and grinning whenever I did anything. I started to get a complex. The other one turned out to be one of Beth's humans, and I didn't know whether I should hold it against her. I thought maybe I should.

Home now, though. It's nice to be home.

Holiday with boring writers

Right. So we're going down to the island this weekend. Ellen broke it to me a couple of days ago. She doesn't want to leave me home alone until she's installed the new cat flap -- the one where the magnet works -- all because of the stupid invading ginger cat -- and so I get dragged down to Cowes again.

Must say I'm a little peeved, because she actually HAS the new cat flap but she hasn't installed it yet. She tried for a bit the other evening, then harrumphed off in frustration because she couldn't work out how to get the existing one off. I tried to tell her just to break it, but she wouldn't have a bar of that.

And so I have to endure the 2 hour car journey and being confined inside using a litter tray for three days.

But if THAT wasn't bad enough, now I find out that there are now others coming as well! Off she goes this morning to meet with her writing friends, and comes back with the news that at least two of them are going to come down as well!

So now I have to endure a holiday AND a house full of boring writers.

Prayer

Oh blessed catgods

In these trying times, we pray that you will take and keep safe the souls of our cat kindred who perished in the bushfires.

I know that you might feel inclined not to listen to a self-confessed devilcat, but for the sake of those poor felines who couldn't get out of their houses, or who simply couldn't outrun the fire, or who perished from smoke, please hear my prayer.

I promise that I will no longer envy country cats who have easy access to all the birds they want, or native nocturnal marsupials, and instead give thanks that I am safe in suburbia, with my very own cat door that will ensure I never get locked inside.

We also pray for all the other animals that perished in the blaze: horses, koalas, kangaroos . . . oh, and I suppose some dogs died as well. I might as well pray for them too.

Blessed catgods, hear my prayer.

Acat

Dead

And for all we laughed, there was a dead possum in our yard, and I swear I was not behind it. A friend of ours found a dead possum under its favourite branch of her tree. She said with the heat there are dead possums and bats all over Melbourne. Sad.

Where are you, Chenna? E hasn't starved you to death yet has she?