 by pizzu poozer
April 16th
 If you're wondering why I was rather silent the last couple of weeks,
it was due to this horrible local festival of explosives. Every April
all the hewmis in this country, pale, yellow or dark, brown start at a
certain time to throw small explosives into the sky.
The hewmie kidletts
especially enjoy this and some of them throw the little blasts at us!
And the air becomes very sneezy and dry.
I hate this scary April festival and so do all my furry relatives.
Even the blooming mongrel populations spend this time cowering under
cars etc. If I am not mistaken the hewmie babies hate it too as I hear a
lot of them mewling after the cracking noises...
April 26th
Baby cats, have you noticed, do tend to be disturbingly accident
prone. Cats may have nine lives but I think they use up seven or eight
as kittens. As for life threatening circumstances I think I've seen it
all, beginning when Gingernuts was found swimming inside the commode at
No 47- the current two are no exception either.
 LG (Little Grey) fell off the balcony this morning literally straight
into the clappy jaws of the Kraken below (that's what I have named the
cat killing mongrel living in the backyard at Number 47) luckily before
it could chomp its trap shut on her, she bounced out and ran for a small
hole in the wall where the plumbing pipes are accessed.
There followed, of course, half an hour of hysterical kitterwhauling
and marmar had to come out in his jammies and push around all the
construction timber and 'tahadu' looking for her.
I saw her standing bravely in the hole encouraging his efforts but he
just could not place the high pitched sniveling until he had moved half
the masonry. He's a jolly good fellow I must say. May he always have a
good salary and access to saman at the local supermarket! |
