Saturday, 1 February 2025

Day Eight Hundred and Eighty Two

Miss Pancake 


It was a very beautiful day outside this morning.

There was sunshine all over everywhere.

But we did not to the farm after our breakfasts, because Zita had too much painting to do.

And I had to have my bangs all trimmed, so everybody could see my beautiful eyes. 

And my tail too.

Craig said that now I have the cleanest bum in Christendom. 

His father used to say that to him, after he had a squeaky clean bath. Ha. That is silly. 

I minded Craig when he had his long sleep in today. 

Because last night his broken leg was a bit all the time sore, so he did not have a very nice sleep. 

Then Professor Jill came for a biscuit visit. 

And she went downstairs to be Zita’s painter helper. 

When Craig was all awake it was already my lunchtime. 

And after my own lunch, Craig had a very big piece of cake with his good afternoon coffee. Ha. 

I helped and then we watched out the windows.

And when Professor Jill went home we had delicious cheese on crunchy crackers. Ha.

That was a very tasty lunch for me. 

And then the fast car took Zita and I to the farm. 

So I we could do our outside exercises. 

We did not stay so long today, because it was very windy cold. 

And I did not wear my warm boots. Too bad for me. 

When we got home I minded Craig, from my very own chair, because Zita had to go to Tarryn’s lovely store.



Because Niamh was working there today.

Because it their buy lots of beautiful things for not so much money time. 

Niamh always helps Tarryn when they do that.

But Zita had to show Niamh pieces of paint for the ceiling in Emmet’s bedroom. 

Because Niamh knows all about paint colours. It is known. 

That is her secret trick.

Like fat tasty peanut butter sandwiches are Craig’s secret trick. Ha. 

We had very delicious hamburgers for our dinner. And Zita and I cooked them outside. Ha.

I got some very tasty cheese, just for me. 

Then we watched another very interesting detective program. It was a new one. 






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