27/04/2022 Matted Cats and Alphabets.

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The Big Fluffy Cat (BFC) liked to be brushed, which is a good thing because the his owner was very clear in his directions that the BFC was prone to matting and must be brushed regularly.

The BFC really liked to be brushed while standing on a computer keyboard in the office, and insisted on doing so whenever anyone was at the keyboard.  Due to this, the BFC spent the last two days whining and scratching outside the office door while inside I conducted work on a feline-free keyboard.  When I emerged the BFC was consumed by an internal struggle: should he ignore me for ignoring him, or should he sacrifice his very catty dignity and beg for a brush?

It's hard to be a cat.

Brush me, human servant.

The BFC's stuggle was not the only one going on in our house today.  The nice Google lady, who tells us where to go when we're in the car, had moved into the house as well.  

"Google!" Said Roger, "A B C radio!"

The Google lady recited the alphabet.

"Google stop!" said Roger. 

Silence.

"Google!  A B C radio!"

She sang the alphabet song; she sang it wrong too, sacrificing 'zed' for the sake of rhyming.

"Google stop!" said Roger.  Then, "Google!  A B C news!"

The Google lady recited the wikipedia entry on ABC news.

"Google!  A B C Adelaide!"

She told him about the ABC radio app.  

On it went, keeping both of them entertained for hours and making me wonder if I should start answering him by singing the ABC song.  Entertaining as it all was, the BFC and I left the room when they started the minefield of miscommunication that surrounded trying to turn the volume up or down.

Between being stalked by cats in the office and competing with an electronic alphabet-obsessed map lady in the lounge room, I just had to get out of the house.  So I went off on my bicycle and took photos, and here are some just for you.

Beside the Torrens,

and on the Torrens.

Beside the sea,

and on the lakes.

When I got home I brushed the BFC again, paranoid as I was about him becoming matted and ruining our five-star house-sitting reputation.  He was a generous soul: he forgave me for the sin of the closed office door and decided to spend the night on the foot of our bed, demonstrating just how surprisingly heavy a fluffy cat can be.

I'm glad to report that the Google lady was safely confined to a box in the lounge room, and there she stayed all night long.


Comments

  1. JasmineMay 1, 2022 at 7:07 PM

    Sounds like fun, google ladies or Missy as I call her do strange things, like trying to take us to Mt Tambourine to do truffle tasting instead of 10 minutes up the road in Stanthorpe. Hope Rogers back is better.

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