Showing posts with label dust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dust. Show all posts

Friday, 17 August 2012

Winston’s August 2012 blog


Winston’s August 2012 blog
Winston here . . . p’rrrrr . . . p’rrrrr

Hello there, it’s me, Winston.

Why do people say ‘Hello there’? Why don’t they say ‘Hello here’ or ‘Hello somewhere else’ or ‘Hello then? What is it about ‘there’ that’s so important? I only say it ‘cos I hear the humans say it but I think it’s a bit silly so I’ll start againJ

Hello, it’s me, Winston. Well, I ask you, who else would it be when it says at the top ‘Winston’s August 2012 blog’. Who else would write it but me? Okay, I don’t ackcherly write it – I tell Mrs H what to write and how to write it and she does it for me ‘cos she’s got fingers what fit on the letters and my paws slide off. I do try sometimes but my claws catch under the letters and lift them off. It’s quite helpful of me ‘cos then she gets to see all the dust under the letters and she can clear it up. I think it’s funny seeing the letters flying across the floor but she doesn’t and she says things she shouldn’t and tries to click them back into place and sometimes she can’t and I have to look away so she doesn’t see me grinning, don’tcha know.  I don’t think she likes dust and that’s why she hides it away under the keys and on top of books and in the corners of the room. It’s hard not to see it when the wind blows, though, ‘cos it all rushes across the floor to hide somewhere else. She does get the masheen out sometimes to suck up all the dust but Gus gets frightened by it. He thinks it’s going to suck him up its spout, silly boy.

It’s been busy here – Tia and Foxy and Buster come to stay for ever but they’ve gone home with their own people now. I had to find a new quiet place ‘cos Buster and Bertie got too excited when they wanted to play with me and I got a bit squashed. Mrs H said they was leading me a dog’s life – that can’t be right, can it? I’m a cat! 
Anyway, I found a place in a cupboard, on top of a box next to the dog biscuits.
Bertie wanted to get in with me but there wasn’t no room for him so he couldn’t. I did laugh. 
Jenna tried . . .
 . . . and so did Frodo and Buster but they was much too big, as well.

 I wouldn’t want to live in a cupboard, don’tcha know, so I’m glad I didn’t have to stay there all the time. It was nice being so close to the food, though.

That’s all I’ve got for now. Time for a zizz. Be good!

TTFN