My stay-at-home human says she saw her 1st trenchcoat, her 1st woolly beanie and her 1st triple-layered lady complete with winter-weight stockings at the bus stop yesterday.
Well, why not? It was a chilly 23degreesC.
She says we Sydneysiders are afraid of the cold. I don't know what she's talking about. I'm not so afraid.
Mr Thumper's always happier in winter.
There are some things about summer I'm not going to miss at all -
My stay-at-home human screaming every time she sees a big fat caterpillar.
Cicadas screaming every single day.
Alfred croaking for a girlfriend all night.
Bugs we don't know in the kitchen sink.
Magpies swooping on our heads.
Slugs sliding into the kitchen after rain.
Cockroaches under my paws.
Spiderwebs in our faces.
Ants in our food bowls.
...and flies in the bedroom.
Moths in the bathtub.
Spiders in the toilet.
Skinks sunning on my bed.
Mosquitoes nipping my ears and toes.
But most of all, I'm not going to miss
the cold butt wash.
More bad things that happen in summer.