Mom started cleaning like crazy again a couple of weeks ago. Upstairs and downstairs.
Eyed her out…. who now?
It’s your favourite old wrinkly Fudges, Auntie Kate.
Right… true… I do like her. Almost as much as grandma.
Sjoe! Was a bit worried for a moment that it might have been my puppy. Am still exhausted from last time.
True enough, Auntie Kate did appear – very briefly. She’d come back from some faraway land and was en route to her home with George.
Mom keeps telling me she does not live with George, but in George.
That’s just silly.
Home places are called Springs or Pretoria – not George.
George is the name of a dog I once knew.
Her stuff smelled of Australian cat.
I hoovered up all the suitcase smells, then jumped on the bed and smiled at her.
She dished me some love.
Then she left.
A few dinners later – mom started hauling sheets off the bed again and stuffing them into the washing machine.
Out came the noisy yellow beast.
My tickly toenails… who now?
Not sure you’ll remember them Fudges – Debs and Peter from America.
This time I was not taking any chances.
Mom had rescued my bear from the garden – where I’d buried it when puppy Isabella came to visit and tried to steal it.
Remember?
Since then it had been sitting perfectly safely at the back of the cupboard where I could keep an eye on it.
Stood by the cupboard and had a small whinge.
I was ignored. Had larger whinge. Eventually, after many whinges Mom came to see what the trouble was.
Pointed at the bear with my nose.
Ahhhh… you want your bear do you?
Duh!
She passed it over and I skived off under the couch.
True enough, some Debs and Peter people did arrive.
Not too shabby humans either.
Debs chomped copious amounts of droewors and she shared too. Yum.
A couple of times mom asked me what I had done with my bear.
What bear?
I looked very innocent and changed the subject… how about passing me another bit of that tasty stuff then?
Later on, Mom was rooting around near her daisy bush and discovered where I had stashed the bear!
Nosey woman.
Now I’ll have to find a new hiding place.
* As told to Ginny Stone
