The long, long and, dare I say it? boring Easter weekend.

Friday. The weekend started off badly for My Cushion. The Typist insisted he throw away his favourite old walking shoes with the holes on the bottom. 


My Cushion was very sad and insisted back that she show some respect, take a picture, say a proper goodbye and tell everyone about it.

"Goodbye shoes. Thank you for all the walks and for taking me everywhere."


Once the shoes were properly buried in the rubbish bin, and My Cushion had stopped whining, I helped him get started on his many Easter holiday chores.


We had to make a new water feature because the old one died. [It wasn't me that killed it, just old age.]


My Typist is really looking forward to having something like this.

This pic from here.


Seeing as how he has no proper tools for making a water feature, and just a few pieces of rotting, split and wrongly sized bamboo that My Typist scrounged from a neighbour's pruning, My Cushion thinks it might be possible to make something like this.


This pic from here.
My Cushion tried his best! I know he did because I kept a close eye on him.


"What is that?'

"Can I see?" 

"HEY! That was a bit too close!"

"Sorry." 

"I was just trying to help."

"Somehow, this isn't quite what I thought a holiday would be like."

It was hard work. After a while, everyone got tired and we all went in and watched telly instead.

Saturday. My humans went shopping. On the way out, they realised they don't go out much any more. 

"Goodness! Are those cobwebs on the car?"

At the shops. My Cushion discovered he needs to go on a diet. A.S.A.P.  immediately! as of yesterday! is fat.

My Typist bought some new bedsheets that didn't fit the bed and had to be returned [and there isn't another one that's the right size in the whole of Stryliah, she knows because she checked.] 

Serves them right for leaving me home alone all day, for at least 5 hours, on a holiday.

Sunday.

It was so quiet, you'd think someone had died.

"Hey Cushion, how about, one year, we splurge and go away for Easter like normal people?"

My humans tried to make up for abandoning me on Saturday and not taking me for holidays like my friends by giving me this!

"What IS it? It doesn't look like a gooey Easter egg to me."

It was a roo tail!

I'd never had one before! I don't even know what a roo is! It took My Cushion 2 weeks of hunting to find it! It was delicious!

The roo tail was so big, I couldn't finish it for brekkie, and had 1/2 of it for lunch. After that, I farted all arvo and got locked out of the bedroom and had to sleep downstairs all night. 

I'm not sure if I'm ever going to get to eat another roo tail again.

Monday. I found out I wasn't the only survivor of the long, long and boring Easter weekend.

"OMG! Echo! Ranger! You're alive! Were YOUR humans too stingy to take you on a holiday too?"

"If you ask me, that Georgia Little Pea is a fruitcake."

Tuesday.
And that was that. At last! Thank goodness! When I woke up this morning, the holiday was over.