Rockster Weewigles reporting again, as Mummy has gone off on another crazy cleaning binge. She keeps muttering about having the house sparkling for company that's coming on Monday and how it smells like cats and meat pies.
I don't see what the problem is - meat pies are delicious and I smell wonderful. Well - that weird old cat Mopar the tall blonde guy brought home is kinda smelly. But he looks like he wants to play with me so I'll forgive him - even if I have to share the tall blonde guy with him.
And one of these days he's going to chase me. I just know it.
Anyway, Mummy has promised to be back with pictures of lovely knit things. Of course, she's going to have to de-fur them first because they've been making the perfect nap spot.
And as for me...
I'm going to enjoy this nice ray of sunshine before she brings that noisy sucky thing out again.