I just sent a text to my friend Karen.
Brent came back after a few days away again.
Flossom had a lot to tell him. She stuck her nose in his ear
and chattered away happily, Brent laughed.
“What did she say? I asked, Flossom glared at me and continued
to schmooze brent.
“Flossom, what are you talking about?” I asked,
desperate to know what Brent was finding so amusing.
She stopped and looked at me pityingly, “I’m a cat, “she
said, “What are you expecting, a 90 minute discourse on
the meaning of life?”
July 19th
Brent and I had dinner with my ‘Gym Buddy’ Janine’s
and her husband Dave’s place.
It was great.
Dave and Brent share a common interest in Astronomy. They’ve
both built their own telescopes and they understand the concept
of black holes and lunar probes.
Janine and I both suffer from an ‘eye-glaze’ problem
at the mere mention of supernovas and binary systems, but we
did perk up at the mention of a white dwarf until it turned
out to be a very small, very dense, star.

July 20th
I was amused to hear the Pope, on his grand tour of Sydney,
preaching humility, the cessation of materialism and greed,
and to eschew wealth.
So says the head of the greediest, most materialistic and
wealthy church in the whole wide world, having alighted ‘humbly’ from
his Holy-Copter after a fly-over to view the sights of Sydney.
I was hoping we’d see a whole new Pope – one who
relates to ‘his people’ by perhaps dropping his
robes and taken a Pontiff-Plunge into the surf.
July 21st
Janine and I meet at the GYM and discuss all sorts of things.
Today, the topic was honey.
“Do you KNOW how honey is made?” she asked.
“Well, by bees”.
“Yes, but how they ACTUALLY make it???”
I had to admit I hadn’t a clue.
“They chew the pollen up; regurgitate it to a growing
bee who then regurgitates it again”.
“NO!?”
“YES!”
“So, you are saying, that Honey, is actually the product
of a hive full of bulimic insects intent on force feeding a
bunch of other bulimic insects?”
“YES!” shrieked Janine gleefully.
“So, honey is basically Bee Vomit”.
“YES!”
Imagine my surprise.
I shouldn’t think we’ll be seeing any mention of
this on any up-and-coming honey marketing campaigns.
July 22nd
Zeuss has been practicing a new trick. Called ‘The Wall
of Death’, according to Zeuss; it involves racing horizontally
around the bathtub a few times before flopping to the bottom
and wrestling with the Bath Shark.
He ended this morning’s demonstration by leaping up
and out straight over the top onto the unsuspecting Flossom.
“That was the ‘Death’ part”, said
Zeuss, later, safe in my arms and feeling a lot more cheerful
after watching Flossom get escorted outside for GBH. “I
could have been killed you know”.

July 23rd
The weather has turned into real winter. Rain, sleet and wind
are battering this tiny house.
Thankfully, I managed to get a much needed new jacket for
The Phantom. It matches Hoof Hefners’ ‘smoking
jacket’ in Air force Blue.
The two of them look like members of the Horse of Lords.
“I say”, said The Phantom to Nibbler, “That’s
a swimmingly nice jacket you have on there”.
“Why thank you old boy,” said His Nibs, “I
rather like the cut of your jib”.
Persil stood gloomily to one side, rolling his eyes, “You
could have bought them a couple of old swanny’s” he
said, in his broad Australian Stock Horse twang, “but
oh no, you had to play Posh My Horse and now I’ve got
two of the old Pooftas to contend with”.
