The Travels of Mouse, Part 8

Well, here we are in St George.

It was a short and fairly boring trip here. It was raining when we left Glen Innes (no surprise there, then) and there was a slight risk of encountering a flooded road outside Moree, but Dad decided to proceed; the car is tall and 4WD and Miz Lizzie is even taller and her subframe is built for off-road. I told Dad to forget any idea of me getting out to lend a hand if we got stuck in water, though, and I think I made my point….

In the never ending quest for the Perfect Pie, Mum got Dad to stop at Annie’s Bakery in Moree, which was modestly signed ‘Bloody Good Pies’. Mum said hers was “up there”, but Dad wasn’t so impressed because he didn’t get the flavour he asked for. He couldn’t fault the flavour of the Wrong Pie, though. They also got enormous bulgy sandwiches for lunch, which the Staff later ate almost as quickly as I deal with my own dinner… Definitely one to remember, apparently.

And then it was miles and miles and miles of almost nothing. I did a lot of snoozing. Finally, the Staff made a racket as we crossed the border at Mungindi, back into Queensland, and Dad ceremoniously reset the car clock back to Proper Time. Mum cheered; she’d been keeping her watch set to Qld time so I could be fed at the time my tummy said was Mouse Dinner Time, and it made things a bit complicated when making arrangements in NSW…

One final stop before we arrived was a photo-visit to the painted silos at Thallon. Mum took some nice photos, but strangely ignored my advice about lighting and angles. She actually called my directions ‘photo-bombing’! The ingratitude! The misunderstanding of my creative input! I was forced to sulk maintain a dignified silence until we reached St George in mid-afternoon.

I was introduced to our hosts’ companions: It the cat and Ruffy George the red cattle dog (rather elderly and lame). The cat and I have an understanding; we will ignore each other in a dignified fashion. But old Ruffy follows me around everywhere, incessantly poking his nose into my privates, which is disconcerting, and while the attention is flattering, a chap wants a bit of peace and quiet to snooze without the sudden arrival of a cold wet nose to startle one unpleasantly awake. Dad and Uncle Jim have had a really good time reminiscing about Dad’s time in St George, 30 years ago when he and Uncle Jim were just pups. Mum has been listening peacefully, doing fabricky stuff with bits of paper and sharp pointy things in her paws, and says to tell you that you’ll see the results in 4 days or so. She also cleaned up the caravan, did the laundry, baked banana muffins (without giving me one – an outrage!) and prepared meals for me for the next few days. She says it’s been a nice rest, but that didn’t sound too restful to me; I insist on absolute inactivities during my snoozes…

Today we took a drive around Dad’s old haunts in St George, and he showed us a few places he’s lived, the golf course, and the bridge over the Balonne. That’s a river, which has been dry for years. Actually, six months ago, they got a grader and bashed flat a cricket pitch in the river bed and held a game there. You wouldn’t believe it now; since the rains, it’s filled bank to bank with brown, surging water, and they’re actually releasing some from the weir.

There’s a small park beside the bridge, and they’ve put up a sculpture of a Murray River Cod, made of all sorts of tools and bits of hardware. It’s very clever, if you like sculpture. They wouldn’t let me pee on it. Mum took a second, closer shot in which you can see the tail of the Cod, and behind it, water spilling out of the weir with some force. Hence the need to pee, you understand…

We’re here for another night, and then tomorrow we have a short journey of only 200km or so to Roma, our next stop. We don’t need to check out of anywhere or set off very early, so the Staff have arranged to pack up in the morning and I won’t have to spend an hour in the car waiting for everything to be put away. Hopefully Ruffy will be tied up for a while so I can leave with my dignity intact…

More from Roma.


22 thoughts on “The Travels of Mouse, Part 8

  1. As always Mouse … your eloquence paints beautiful pictures in my mind. I’m glad you are having a restful trip … & don’t be too hard on Ruffy as he only wants to be friends 🤩
    Waiting to see what crafty stuff mummy has been doing 😍

    • katechiconi says:

      Mum says she finished adding all the other bits in and took all the papers out, and it looks good! We have a nice slow start in the morning, thank goodness. I’m zorsted from running away from Ruffy!

  2. nanacathy2 says:

    Seems to me everyone is taking liberties with you Mouse, from Ruffy, to not being allowed to mark places with your own special scent and no banana muffins. I wouldn’t like to be in the staff’s shoes during their annual appraisals! On the plus side there is at least meals at the right time.

    • katechiconi says:

      At least It the Cat was polite… And when Uncle Jim told us the Cod had cost thousands of dollars, I suppose I could see the point of not peeing on it. Anyway, I get the Staff to myself from tomorrow lunchtime, so there will undoubtedly be lots of guilt-treats handed over.

  3. tialys says:

    Mum says she loves those silos and that all silos should be decorated in a similar fashion. The cod is brilliant too, I would also have wanted to pee on it to show my appreciation..
    Apparently my staff used to have a border collie type dog called Gus who was the sweetest,, gentlest natured boy and never showed any interest in leg humping or female dogs so they never got him ‘done’. One time though, they were visiting friends with a dog who Gus took a shine too and he followed him round the whole time sucking on his ear. You would have been safe as your ears are too far off the ground but I’m sorry to hear you have had to suffer the sniffing. Cats are best ignored in my opinion – the staff here have five – and if you once show any weakness, they are all over you like a rash.
    Stan xx

    • katechiconi says:

      If only it was just sniffing… Still, we’re off in the morning, and with my ears intact. The cat here is actually quite civilised by comparison. I agree with your Mum, and so does mine; it looks very good, and if only Mum had listened to my directions, her photo would have been even better.

  4. Dayphoto says:

    I agree with you about the cold nose in the privates…it can get a little no a WAY too much! Mom and Love the Silos!!! Boomer

  5. Marty K says:

    That pie looks a treat! Makes me think of our local pasty shop. Yum! Sorry about the cold nose — you know how tenacious those herding breeds are. And even though you couldn’t pee on the cod, hopefully, you got lots of other chances to catch up on the “news of the day” and to leave your “editorial remarks.”

    • katechiconi says:

      Hi Miss Marty! Mum says she withholds pie because the pastry upsets my insides and makes long car trips with me intolerable. I don’t have any idea what she means…. We’ve had a good visit with Uncle Jim and I was able to zoom, explore and ‘remark’ where I liked in his back yard. Two more stops, though, and we’ll be home in my own back yard 🙂

  6. anne54 says:

    Oh, poor you, not even a snooze without the cold nose….and no pie or banana bread. Your mum and dad must be enjoying all the water around, even if it is making you want to pee!

    • katechiconi says:

      Mum says she had always envisioned St George as dry and brown, but it’s lush and green and there’s standing water everywhere. Looks pretty, but it sure brings the flies! I think I’ve guilted Mum enough about the pies and muffins, though; I’ve certainly seen an increase in the treats in the past couple of days…

  7. Your mum did a good job with the photos as did you describing the attractions of St George, so we’re adding it to our one-of-these-days travel itinerary, as well as Annie’s Bakery at Moree. The silos and giant cod are amazing.

    • katechiconi says:

      Mum says not to bother with the St George Bakery, though… And probably best to do it in winter; it’s a cattle town and Mum and Dad wore hats with fly veils a lot of the time.

  8. Steph says:

    A lot of OUTRAGE on this holiday, Mr Mouse!

    Lovely to see the photos, I haven’t been to St George for 20 years but remember it as such a nice town (except for droughts).

    • katechiconi says:

      Well, you just can’t get the Staff these days. Mum did get stricken with guilt later, after my comments, and I received several very acceptable treats. I liked St George a lot, except for the rude shouty pig dogs in some of the yards when Mum took me for walkies. The people are lovely, though and I got lots of pats too. And no sign of drought now, the river is high and milk chocolate brown, and there’s standing water everywhere.

  9. Going Batty in Wales says:

    Hi Mouse, You are certainly having some interesting encounters on your travels! The photos are pretty good even though |Mum didn’t take your advice. I think those painted silos could be a bit confusing – how would you know that is what they were and not just some strange bit of the countryside? Pretty though. The cod looks clever. Sometimes we wish our paws could do fiddlier things. It has been very wet here and all our walks involve mud – which I like says Roo and I hate says Orchid. Us elegant dogs like to stay looking nice whilst the working types are born to get dirty and be uncouth!

    • katechiconi says:

      Hello, Roo and Orchid! The travels have been fun, and it has been great to get all the new and different smells from countryside nearly a thousand miles from home. Mum says my toes and claws are so long she’s surprised I can’t use them like fingers, and while I do like to look nice, sometimes a bit of sand or squelchy mud feels good! And then of course, I do have the Staff to clean my paws if required 🙂

  10. rutigt says:

    We once had a cat that didn´t like dogs, but our greyhound loved her and she loved him. She would jump out from under a tree to scare him (pretending) and he was so happy!!! Some times cat and dogs go well together 🙂

    • katechiconi says:

      Mouse doesn’t chase cats, but he’s not really used to them so he’s not sure what to think when he sees one close up. I think he’d be OK if he had to live with one… not that we’re planning it!

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