[m i a o w] the cat

Rolled into my dad’s place in the late afternoon. There seemed to be a profusion of cats. Three tiny wild kittens and one placid unrelated black and white cat whom dad had christened Splodge. It’s weird being back. M is valiantly making lists of everything that has to be done, and is desperate to go and visit Boat, who has spent our absence on a mooring in Cannons Creek. We have a bazillion photographs, which I will upload soon, and I also have a diary of our trip that I’m going to upload in chunks. Heading into town tomorrow for Mother’s Day duties and will go and pop my head in at my old job with my tail between my legs, and see if they have any work going…