B&J, the people who are to look after MasterB when I am in Australia in November are in Australia now, so in a rather neat quid pro quo, MasterB and I are doing a bit of housesitting. We’re not staying there, just keeping an eye on the place, spending some time there, watching the supersize television, and in MasterB’s case, exploring the house in detail. I don’t know quite where he has been as I haven’t followed him, but he has meowed at me through the banisters as though reproaching me for not bringing any toys, and has disappeared into the upper reaches of the house for stretches of time.
I think I could take quite happily to a larger home. I mistook the store cupboard door for the bathroom door at the weekend. That doesn’t mean a great deal though, because strangers to my flat quite often try to leave via the airing cupboard. On the other hand a smaller home is easier to heat. The temperatures are due to drop overnight, and my little flat does feel cosily warm tonight. I don’t know what I am doing wrong with the heating chez B&J but the sitting room radiators stay resolutely cold.
As he knows and likes B&J I imagine MasterB feels himself quite at home in their house with its familiar smells. His tail has been up, and he has been unabashedly curious about the environment. Having space, B&J obviously dodge the issue of throwing out newspapers and magazines they haven’t quite finished, or which contain articles they particularly rate and have them piled in neat stacks in the sitting room. I hope they aren’t in catalogued order as MasterB caused a bit of a landslide when he jumped on one such stack to gain a better view from the window.
At the moment the plan is that B&J will look after MasterB here, and have their bathroom done (remodelled is the right word I think) while I am away. That means MasterB will be in his home, and they can escape the dust and disruption while the owrk is being done. But it’s good to know that he would probably be fine to stay in their house. Maybe when I go to Ireland at some point in the summer, he could go to stay with them.
But tonight MasterB and I have come home earlier than intended because not only did I fail to take a toy, I failed to take catfood and my boy has eaten only sparingly today. He was very good, but obviously a bit distracted, and is now curled up happily on a chair in our sitting room, his tum fairly full.
I am unaccountably tired, so the moment this is posted I am off to clean my teeth and get into my pyjamas.
Sweet dreams all.