Goodness, we really ARE coming into winter. Silly little bits of rain showers we’re having, makes things so unpredictable. I feel like such an idiot walking around with my umbrella while the sun is shining, even though I know it could take a turn for the worse at any moment. Oh, but you just never know. Winchester and Lorelei keep wanting to go out, and I try to let them as much as possible, but I don’t want them exploring the neighbourhood and getting caught in the rain. If there’s one thing I don’t need, it’s my apartment smelling like wet cat.

And as I keep mentioning at the meetings, it’s branch-through-window weather. I’m serious, I used to live in Eltham and you wouldn’t believe how often it happened. The leafy suburb, they call it. Also the place in need of Melbourne’s window repair, since people just let trees grow all over the place and sometimes all it takes is a strong gust. Bam, glass all over the floor. Happened to my friend Shirley, right into the baby’s room! No one was hurt, fortunately, but it’s still a terrifying thought. The trees we have out the front of the club are lovely, don’t get me wrong, but I still think they need to be replaced with pines. Much nicer trees, far more uniform and less danger of them toppling over. They’re good, strong trees, pines. Never heard of anything being crushed or broken by a pine tree. Truly, they are friends of mankind.

It’s not just about preserving the windows of the club, either, although they may be such nice sash windows. No, having trees with spreading branches means that cats are able to get up, but not down. It’s only a matter of time before one of them gets stuck up there, and then it’s panic calling to the fire brigade…very messy.

Besides all this, surely it’s time for some window replacement? Melbourne is a trendy place, and you have to keep up with the times. Whatever’s trendy, you know? If we want people to come here for a look, it’d serve us well, is all I’m saying.

-Madison