It seems to me that all blogs need a little refreshment from time to time - and this one is no exception. I have also been accused of not playing my part in the household and just flopping around rather uselessly of an evening rather than helping with the Christmas cards or similar (my portrait at the end of this piece is not typical I assure you). So to set the record straight, I had better describe how I help out in these cold times.
Well firstly it is important to note that without me and my two chums, "they" would never get out of bed in the morning, but the need to tend to our needs means they do actually see the morning! Secondly, the house would not be properly aired at this time of year, without me constantly reminding them to open a door or window so that I can get into the garden, or come back into the house.
I have also been doing a certain amount of digging so that all those nasty pests in the raised beds are killed off by the frost, plus I have been inspecting the bark of the cherry and pear trees pretty closely for other nasty things - I was reminded I needed to have a go at the apricot today too.
Then there are my jobs in the community, keeping various elderly neighbours on their toes. I have to say that if I wasn't there to knock pots over, scare chickens, bat nuts about and look round open doors and windows, these poor old things would just stay rooted to their kitchen chairs, dealing with vegetables. I am honestly doing a public service.
Perhaps the most onerous of my current duties is sorting out that young brat next door - you, know boy kittens think they can get away with anything by looking small, but that doesn't wash with me and he is going to get a jolly good thrashing when I next get my paws on him. Of course, the poncy white oaf that sits on my wall needs to be sorted out frequently as well - I know his Mum is on the village council but I still say he is a waste of space with the memory of a goldfish.
So as you can see, my days are full, when "they" just sit around in front of these computer thingies with an odd unfocussed look on their faces (until reminded to move by me demanding food), and I am therefore entitled to my 18 hour snooze. So there!
The poor thing is obviously worn out with all that typing - and keeping the neighbours in order!!
Posted by: Anne Donald | 18 December 2009 at 07:47 PM
Maigret says she is delighted that you understand how tired she must get - you sound very sympathetic. She also needs to put on the record that she had NOTHING to do with the disappearance of Bebe, the young black cat from next door, who disappeared about the same time that she was dictating her blog.
Posted by: Jane | 21 December 2009 at 03:41 PM