August 31st 2014 10:41 pm
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Mum was home most of the weekend which was great. I like knowing she's around for when I need my tummy rubbing. Indeed I was enjoying just such attentions when she said she had to go and then said something else.
I shook my ears. "I'm so sorry - I didn't catch what you said. It sounded as if you said Alison is going to have a bucket of iced water thrown over her and you're filming it. Obviously it wasn't that!" I had a chuckle at the notion.
"It was," said my mum.
There are three obvious flaws with the sentence. One: Alison is lovely, never turns up without some sort of treat for me and Josie. Why would someone throw water at her? Two: Why would my mum not be going to rescue her rather than stand idly by while this terrible thing happens? Three: What kind of an optimist would trust my mum with anything technological?
But my mum was adamant that there really is a thing called the Ice Bucket Challenge and off she went. She came back some time later and confirmed that iced water had been poured over Alison.
"And did you manage the filming part OK?" I asked, fearing that I knew the answer.
There was a shame-faced pause. "The red light was flashing - I really thought I was filming. I don't know what I did wrong." And then, "I did offer to film it again but surpringly enough Alison wasn't that keen to repeat the experience."
My mum has a good head-scratching technique that makes me purr and is pretty nifty with a sachet of cat food but never, never, never trust her with technology!!
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