16/5/24

 It is awfully quiet here; his Lordship has gone home for golf. The Mistress potters around, has a sit down then goes out to who knows where. We are left to our own devices. Moonshine heads straight to the Mistress's bed for more high jinks. He enjoyed jumping around the other day and decided we would do this again today. As soon as the garage door went down, he was off as quick as a flash.  All the pillows went flying, and the bedspread was in all directions. 

Moonshine was cracking jokes as usual, and the rest of us nearly fell to the floor laughing. That bed is relatively high up and was hard to climb up in the first place. Pulling the drawers out and climbing to the next was a better option. The golfing dude hit his ball to the window, and we waited for the crash. Nope, he is safe for another day.

We saw people taking their rubbish bins in. They made a noise along the concrete, and we hoped they didn't see us jumping around. They would be sure to tell the Mistress.

We were in trouble because we did not hear the garage door open, and the Mistress waltzed in. She looked across the room and saw us in all sorts of positions. Her face told us we were in deep trouble. We had seen this face before, and she was far from impressed. 

It's not good to have an unhappy Mistress. We shall devise a plan to win her over again. It might take a while to come up with something. Trixie reminded me that females generally like chocolate and wine!! They especially like flowers, too, but there are none in the garden to pick. Moonshine reckons we could raid the neighbors' gardens. Mr. Golfer said, "You fools, it is wintertime, and none are around." The only things around are the leaves, making a huge mess.  

Some exciting news has happened today. While out to lunch today, the Mistress's phone rang, and she told her friend it was about her car. Sure enough, it will be ready to pick up tomorrow. Now I want to know how she knew it was about the car. The fella asked if she was psychic. I wonder what that word means. I shall have to ask her sometime.

That has been just over 6 weeks. She is chuffed as the rental is driving her nuts. She reckons the vehicle tries to steer her and gets annoyed with it. Its pick-up at the lights always frustrates her. The Swift has a turbo and a beauty. I know she sometimes drags off other cars, and one day, Mr. Policeman may just catch her.  Don't tell her that I told you, as I may never get to ride in it again. Speaking of which, I haven't had a ride in the rental yet. It sounds like I may never get a ride in it, either. I also hear that the car they need to tow this whopper caravan has a turbo and has more grunt than the Swift. This could be a problem, too, as she has a heavy foot. Believe me, she sure knows how to put that foot down.