Ata's father says that the petrol fumes are probably due to the "breather cap" becoming displaced or a tube or seal perishing. He thinks it unlikely that the car will explode, but the windows should be left open. And Ata shall have to refrain from smoking in the car until it is fixed.
Carrot meeting tomorrow! Hooray! Hooray! Ata is uncertain whether to feel nervous or excited. On thinking carefully about it, she can come up with many many reasons she shan't get the carrot - but it is very hard to make herself believe them. It feels more like this is a necessary step in obtaining what is already mine. One suspects that this may be an indication of the type of pride that leads to a downfall of catastrophic proportions.
Ata wore a favourite top today. It has sequins and long flowy bits, and is most unflattering to Ata's figure but she likes it anyway. Wearing it reminds her of purchasing it. The saleswoman was most enthusiastic, and gave Ata the following advice: "You could wear it with a really little skirt, and high heels, and it'd look HOT!" Yes, thinks Ata sourly, if Paris Hilton is the look you're after. Ata always wears it with jeans.
Anyway, you did not come here to hear about carrots and fashion. Here are some cat pictures to keep everyone happy.
Sit up, Bosco! Sit up! 
Beasties want to come back inside.... but the door is shut!  Bosco helping to make the spare-room bed this morning.
 Mr Ata helping Bosco to make the bed... sometimes I think making the bed is merely an excuse to play.
And last but not least - Ata and Roswell, sleeping in.
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Aww... you girls look so comfy and cosy.
And I like hearing about carrots and fashion.