A house without either a cat or a dog is the house of a scoundrel. - Portuguese Proverb
Glad we have kitties here, mum wouldn't want to be thought of as a scoundrel!
Mum continued to be busy all weekend. Caturday morning she got up, went outside in the drizzly rain and threw the leaves out of the rain gutters on the house. Which meant she had to wrasslin the big ladder around, climb up and down the ladder lots of times. When she was done she came inside and she was all wet and stinky! Thankfully she took a shower to make her all clean and smelling nice. Ducky and I made sure to snoopervise her from the windows. She didn't fall off the ladder, which meant we didn't have to figure out how to call 911.
Then she gave the washy thing in the dungeon a big workout four loads on Caturday, three more on Sunday! Caturday was her normal stuff, Sunday was all of the throw rugs, some of which I had christened with yak over the past few weeks.
But on Sunday mum was walking funny and slow. Seems all of her trips up and down the ladder made her legs all achy and stiff. She could hardly get out of bed on Sunday morning!
She also made a visit to Grampie, one day he was sleeping so she didn't stay. The other they had a nice visit and mum took him his mail to read. He is still a bit confuzzled, probably will be from here on in, he asked about Grammie, who has gone to heaven ages ago. When mum reminded him of this, he could remember what year she went to heaven in. We hopes he gets his wish soon to join Grammie in heaven.
Plus we watched fevvers with mum. We saw a big blue bird, mum said it was a blue jay. Mum says she has heard them but never seen them come to her feeders before. So she was happy to be able to count Mr Jay!
The Pack - taking the weekend off, get to play Grampa Brett next weekend.
Grampa Brett and the ViQueens - Da Bears beat them.
The Colts - they won too.
Mum didn't watch feetsball, she read most of a book about a lady who lived through the Reign of Terror in revolutionary France. Lots of history, and mum says interesting it is called Dancing to the Precipice by Caroline Moorehead, about a lady called Lucie de la Tour du Pin. What a long name!
Have a wonderful week everyone.