A bit more on Roobella

This morning as usual, my first visit was to the loo.  Our loo is constructed so that it’s actually tacked onto the back of the house, and you actually have to go out the back door, onto the back verandah, and take a left turn into the “little house”.  Of course, you run the risk of having to run the gauntlet of whatever roos are in residence at the time.  And that is what happened this morning.  I had slept in, and was in a bit of a rush.  They were hungry, and thought that when I was coming outside it was with bottles, so of course they were very pleased to see me.  So pleased in fact that I couldn’t get the loo door shut quickly enough and the three roos accompanied me into the little house.  Now as you can imagine, when you’re in a bit of a rush, and arranging your very roomy winter jarmies and voluminous dressing gown so you can actually USE the loo, it’s quite a feat to get yourself onto the throne with three roos hanging off your legs,  and looking about your person to see where you have hidden those bottles.  I made it without any accidents to myself or the roos, and while I was sitting there, starting to feel relieved, I noticed Roobella had managed to get underneath my dressing gown.  Then she started inspecting my jarmie pants, which of course were round my knees.  Then they shook, and I felt a warm body next to my legs.  I was by this stage having a fit of the giggles, because I had a fair idea of what I was going to find, and stood up, ready to hoist the jarmie pants back up, so I could head back inside.  However, down one leg of my jarmies, curled up looking comfortable, was Roobella.  She had, of course, been inspecting my jarmies to ascertain their suitability to making a good pouch, and they had passed with flying colours.  Naturally I had to remove her from her little nest so I could make myself decent, but she was not impressed with this move, and voiced her objections in no uncertain terms.  I suppose her exit from her new abode was a bit undignified, because I grabbed her tail first, which was the first thing I found, and then grabbed her round the chest, and lifted.  Well!  She kicked, bucked, hissed, clicked, and then when I got her upright, she bit as well!  She was still complaining when I put her upright on the floor, and got my attire organised before she had another go at tumbling into her new found pouch.  I opened the door and fled quickly and headed across the back verandah to the door to the house, and I got it opened and through just in time, because they were hot on my heels.  Roobella was of course in the lead, and I just managed to get the door shut before she attempted to enter….whew!