Mondoodle 02-08-2010

After three days alternating between couch and bed I’m feeling much better, if not sounding it! I don’t think I’m patient enough to ever get a long-term illness. I was sorry to miss the market and to not get out into the sun today. Winter can have some amazing weather and I saw it all from my window – hail and cold one minute then bright sunlight the next. Or perhaps that’s just Melbourne.

Here’s a true story, interpreted nicely. As you know our poor old cat died a couple of months ago. He was an excellent mouser, so good that we started calling him just that. Mouser. He would watch a hole for weeks, stalk sounds in the walls and proved his mousing prowess on many an occasion. We could never be cross about it – in fact we were glad that if he ever got lost he would be able to feed himself naturally. He was a cat, after all.

When Mouser went to the great mouse-filled hills in the sky, we started to notice the balance tipping. And then this happened…

Of all the things to choose in the house and larder, they only wanted to eat the cat food. Mice with a sense of humour and justice. When they started being spotted on the kitchen counter however, well.. Let’s end the story there, shall we?

Mondoodle drawn in the lounge, on the couch (where else?) at 8pm, Monday August 2, 2010.