She laid curled up on her couch, snoozing and sneezing, trying to think of happier times. Bit hard to do on ANZAC Day when the TV shows are all about the death, carnage and sacrifice of millions. Following the post mortem of WWI came the full colour reprint of WWII. Long Tan was coming up as too was Afganistan. People sure are slow learners thought Cat as she reached for another tissue and watched the Nazi occupation of Paris.
Cat began to doze off as the drugs took effect. Somewhere between the fall of Paris and the Seige of Stalingrad she dreamed of Morgan's of Scarborough and the fish and chips that had been consumed on the day. The chips were hot, the whiting, sweet and the scollops were juicy and crumbed to perfection. Cat had, mistakenly ordered three serves of squid. She thought each round was one piece of squid, unfortunately a serve consisted of four pieces. It was a feast. It was a long afternoon of indigestion.
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The Easter weekend had been a quiet and relaxing trip to Bribie Island. A fishing trip on a perfect day with Goomey catching the two inedible fish of the day. The rest of the holiday was spent walking the girls Miss Copper and Madam Foo while the Panda and his Brother Goomey wore themselves out reading newspapers and watching football. The magnificent Gloriana and the Ninja Kittens played scrabble and read books.
Apart from the one day on the water it rained. Not a bleak rain, rather a gentle, refreshing and restful rain.
As the D-Day landings roared in her ears Cat was roused from her sleep. She looked outside. She sneezed. It was raining. It was a cold and miserable downpour. She snuggled under her doona. No walking today she groaned as if the effort of the thought was as exhausting as the action itself.
A sick cat is a lazy cat.
