Hello.

Thanks for the interest in our granddaughter’s wedding.

I began texting photos to the people who had requested them — and then decided to do it this way.

India was born and educated here.

She relocated to Melbourne because her older brother had started his tertiary education and she reckoned he’d need her to keep him organised.

A couple of years earlier, her bro was cast as Jean Valjean in the school’s Les Misérables.

She immediately put her hand up for the chorus — not because she wanted to be on stage, but because she “just knew” that her brother would be late for rehearsals and forget to return props.

She went through her checklist, before leaving home for each performance.

In Melbourne, she took a job with a coffee shop chain and was soon training staff and managing stores.

Her now husband worked in a business, situated on the floor above her store.

He told me that the first thing he loved about her was her frequent laughter, which he heard on his way down the stairs.

During the COVID experience, she resigned from her job.

She couldn’t keep sufficient staff and there was constantly a long queue of people on the footpath, usually waiting patiently.

This was not good customer service, and she didn’t want to be a part of it.

On the Sunday, after the wedding, India began sending photographs — dozens of them.

Her father and I were looking through them when I got very soppy.

She’s a strong, confident, much-loved young woman — “but” I said to her dad, “she’s our beautiful baby girl. Where did the years go?”

We cried for some time — and there’s really no explaining that.

We are a weird mob.

Enough of that

I am Pickle, Marnie’s cat – and I’d like to respond to a column published on October 23, written by the General, who belongs to the Boss.

Apparently, scientists have discovered that dogs are not very smart, but still ahead of other animal groups.

The doggy author suggested this wouldn’t surprise cat owners.

That gave Marnie a good laugh, and I agree with her.

Science will never be able to relate to the way a cat thinks; just as it will never be able to prove or disprove the existence of God.

So, I am just one of millions of “dumb” cats; but there is so much I could tell you about my life.

For instance, I enjoy being outside, particularly when the sun is shining.

Marnie needs to check on me, frequently, and that’s okay.

She calls, “Where are you, babe?” twice.

This means I should show myself and prove that I’m not harming birds — so she can relax.

If she adds, “Come,” the different sound of her voice means she’s getting weary and I should “Get inside, NOW.”

It is quite simple really; when cats find their true partner, they choose empathy, trust and love; it is highly unlikely that science will ever have the ability to “prove” a cat’s abilities, because we are too smart for closed minds.

And, quite frankly, Marnie and I don’t give a damn. (She just said that phrase reminded her of an attractive man who had gone with the winds of time. I don’t know what that means — but you might.)

Thank you for reading the thoughts of a very contented cat. Meow.

May it be easy, my friends.

Marnie

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