Day One Hundred and Seventy Seven

Miss Pancake 

My goodness I had a very exciting morning. 

Zita and Niamh and I got up early today.

And Niamh took the car to the garage. 

But it just stopped on the road. Not so far from my own house. My goodness me.

So Zita went to help her call the get your car people.

And I had to get Craig all awake and dressed. That is a very good job for me. 

I got right up on the bed and gave him so many kisses that he got right up. Ha. 

That was my best job this morning.

Then Zita came home and Craig was all dressed.

So Zita and I went for our good morning walk. 

And we even saw my friend Niamh. And she was getting into the very big truck.

And our poor car was on that truck too. 

My goodness me. 

And that truck took both of them right to Mister Mike’s garage. 

Where they will fix our car all up. And put on the fast driving tires too. Ha.

My goodness gracious me. 

What an adventure for us.

And when we came home Craig and Zita and I sat in the living room and had some toast. 

And Craig and Zita had even more coffees. 

Then Zita talked to Auntie Eileen for a long time.

Because their mother is going to a special get you all well hospital. 

Not a fix your insides hospital. That is good. 

Craig and I went in the den and I played with my wobbly ball toy. 

I only like it sometimes. 

Then I got up on the sofa for my morning nap. 

Festis and Furrgus 

Well what a morning. 

As we were about to return home and get Uncle we found Our Niamh stranded on Percy street.

The car had just stopped in the middle of the intersection. 

So Furrgus had a quick glance inside and said in his opinion it was tow truck time.

Fortunately she was already on her way to Mister Mike’s garage, the car being filled with summer tires. 

So she phoned home and we sat on the steps of the church and stayed with her until Mrs. T arrived. 

Having already phoned the Automobile Association. 

But she soon returned home to make sure that Miss dog had dragged Mr. T from his bed. 

The tow truck arrived remarkably soon and Niamh got in the cab. 

Since she was safe and sound we discreetly left the scene.

We met Mrs. T and Miss Pancake on their walk halfway home and together we all made it back without further incident. 

Both Mr. T and Uncle were awaiting our return. 

But not having anything to eat, since the Whist contest’s intermission about two AM, we nabbed Uncle went off to find a suitable breakfast. 

As the Wild Oat coddles Uncle shamelessly, it was the obvious choice. So it was omelettes and extra home fries all round. 

Miss Pancake 

My good what a morning we had.

It was very good to have my lovely until lunchtime nap.

After Zita talked to her sister it was time to make the house spic and span again. 

That is why I stayed in the den minding my friend Craig. 

Emmet was waking home from teaching at his university and sent us a picture of a canon. 

Stuck right in the sidewalk. 

So cars can not get on the sidewalk and squish anything. Ha. That is a good idea.

They are very old canons. 

Even older than Emmet’s old university. And even older than my Badger friends. My goodness me. 

We do not have any extra old canons in our country. 

Just some in old places where the soldiers used to live. 

And the one that lives under my friend Emmet’s bed downstairs. Ha. Good for us. 

When the house was as clean as could be Zita and Kathy went for a walk together. 

They went to the garage to get our car, and brought it back home.

Because it was not so sick. That is good. 

I stayed here on my watching chair, so I could mind Craig and have a nap at the same time. 

We are going to have the very tasty for shepherds pie for dinner tonight.

I can smell it. Ha. Good for me. 

I am a much better sniffer than my family. Too bad for them. 

After dinnertime we went and watched our detective program.

Until Zita and I went to fast fast asleep. So then we went to bed. 

Furrgus and Festis

After our morning adventure we had to go to the lawyers again.

As Cousin Morag is no long vying for office, we had to change our charitable contributions, from the SNP back to The Lochaber Home for Misplaced Animals.

Can you believe it; the person who came in second just up and quit Parliament altogether. 

Now that is a serious sore loser.

At least Morag offered all her competitors a choice of a few bottles of middling scotch to celebrate the election. 

But they suggested she was somehow retroactively trying to bribe them.

Bribe someone with a scotch less than 20 years old. 

Dugal nearly fell over laughing. He was appalled. 

But he said that they are all damned near being Sasanachs down in Edinburgh. What did she expect. 

We thought that conversation best left for another day entirely. 

When we got home Mrs. T had retrieved the car, so we like Miss Dog, comfortably fell into our afternoon nap. 

When everyone was in the arms of Morpheus we recommenced our Whist tournament. 

Whist is quite a quite game. Thank goodness.