With the internet and Column 8 awash with tales of kleptomaniac kitties (C8), Patricia Egan of Blackheath wonders why cats seem to have replaced the traditional decapitated mouse as their gift of choice. “Perhaps they think that as the tuna is flowing freely and the larder is not in need of a boost, some new socks or undies might be more useful?”
Believing that felonious felines (C8) are getting a bad rap, Neil Nicoll of Waverton shares the following as part of his quest to balance the ledger. “My daughter’s cat regularly brings her sweet gifts such as flowers from the garden, leaving them at her bedside.“
It’s not just cats and kelpies. Leone Wallace of Panania has also been having theft problems with her laundry (C8) and has identified “the snow droppers as a gang of currawongs. My undies have been found hanging from our neighbour’s trees, hanging high up like Christmas ornaments but not as pretty.”
The mention of 13 (now 10) sleeps until the end of lockdown (C8) reminded Michael Payne of West Pymble of his granddaughter who, “having been told it was three sleeps to Christmas, logically worked out if she had more sleeps each day it would come more quickly. Might work for lockdowns too!”
The recent talk of stop/slow workers (C8) reminded Robert Christie of Cleveland (Qld) of when he was working as a civil engineer, and he and his colleagues would “refer to them as ‘road scholars’. Invariably, nearby they would be overseen by a somewhat overweight supervisor — the ‘Colossus of roads’.”
Tim Ingall of Scottsdale (USA) recalls when a friend of his, an engineering student at Sydney Uni, had a work experience stint with a road crew working near Wagga, witnessing the pragmatism and bravery of those wielding the stop/slow signs (C8). “The road work was at the bottom of a steep hill, and if a semi-trailer was gathering speed coming down the hill, the person holding the stop sign would step off the road, yelling ‘left’ or ‘right’ to the road crew to instruct them which way to jump to avoid the rapidly approaching, hurtling truck.”
As a self-admitted technophobe with a very simple mobile phone, Bob Roobottom of Taree sent his sister a happy birthday message. “When she received it, on her ‘proper’ smartphone, it had a bunch of balloons attached. Who, or what, is intercepting and adding to our SMSs?”
No attachments, please.
Include name, suburb and daytime phone.