Mickey got his work ID badge this week. Each day he takes the train to work with Kelvin at the bank. That's him waiting at the railway station. Such a diligent employee. He gets to the office, checks out the staff he oversees, plays with his toys, sleeps, hoovers the floor of any food scraps and once even quality tested some sausage rolls he found hiding in an employee's handbag. (He said they tasted great but needed sauce.)
Notice that like every one of us his ID photo is most unflattering. He thinks he looks like a dork. Why couldn't it be as good as the top one? He thinks he looks handsome but world weary in the top one. Co-worker Andrea took this photo of Mickey hard at work herding crocodiles and supervising employees. It is a little known fact that soft toy crocodiles are in plague proportions in Australian banks.
Andrea also included some of her own pets. "I've also been trying to get some pics for your pets on furniture section on your website, but so far, have only managed the other couple of attached pics. The bike is a Yamaha Big Bear, 350cc Quadbike and the cats are Mumma Puss (brown, yellow) and her daughter Smoky (cream, brown). I'm still trying to catch the goat kids and lambs in the appropriate places, but they seem to be rather alert and a bit camera shy on the topic ... if I can manage some kids in the wheelbarrow, would that qualify? It's an old Council wheelbarrow, and has certainly done some 'miles' in it's life. Will keep trying." Mickey confided in me that these two girls scare the bejesus out of him. Big tough biker cats! He just hopes they don't start work along side Andrea!
Here's a pic of Mickey at breakfast this morning. Kelvin had headed into the office today but Mickey decided to spend his Saturday morning naked (no harness) under the cafe table, chatting to friends and eating bacon.
He had hoped for a leisurely day watching me pack and taking the occasional nap. Unfortunately it has been rather noisy here because of a couple of war birds buzzing the burbs. We live near an army barracks. Today they are practicing troop pick ups and drop offs (I'm sure there is a technical term for it). They really creep me out. I keep imaging what it must be like to see and hear these in a war situation. Funny thing is we are moving away from an army barracks to a city with one of Australia's largest air force bases. So more helicopters. And definitely fighter jets. Fun! Back to the packing :)