Month: May 2019

Sooz and Kaz have been whispering about walking tiptoe around the house while I’m asleep … so they don’t wake me. That may or may not have something to do with a certain cat (that would be me) being extra affectionate at the moment … which could have something to do with puberty. Who knew that I was reaching that age? Not them. They had me booked in to the vet for microchipping, a check-up and “fixing” … which is odd because I didn’t realise I was broken! When were they going to tell me? Ah well, they got a surprise … and have now been busy on the internet checking to see how many of the symptoms of being “on heat” match mine. Just as well they had me booked for that appointment in a couple of weeks’ time (the earliest appointment Kaz could get) because, given my current condition, they would have had to wait.
In the meantime, there has been much fun (mostly mine) around the house – with screen door climbing (I wasn’t trying to get out … really), cat fishing (or that’s what Kaz calls it now when she’s playing with my string thingy with me), some diary updating (with a photo of me having paws for thought), some tower climbing and demolition … and in a minute I’m going to start helping Kaz with her puzzles … because that’s fair since I’m already helping Sooz with her Reiki practice.

I am excited! I have a new toy and I didn’t have to help put it together. It’s a cat scratching post complete with a “hideaway box”. Of course, I haven’t been in there yet but I keep pretending to – and Kaz and Sooz get pretty excited each time I go towards it.
l am loving my bed and spend as much time in it as I can – except after midnight… that’s when I like to sleep on Sooz’s pillow, wrapped around her head, or along her back. You know she has an electric blanket! Kaz has one too but she hasn’t used it since I’ve been here. But she does have an awful lot of electric cords around and about. I’m not sure why she doesn’t like me trying to chew on them. I’d only chew a little. Doesn’t she realise that?
But they do keep getting me toys!

Am I called Nigella after that world-famous cook Nigella Lawson? Ah … no … apparently when Suzanne and Karen visited me at my last home, Chloe was curled up next to Great Dane Bronte and I was sleeping alone in the bathroom … with a shoe. That was one of the reasons they brought me home … to give me the love and attention I craved. I was called DeNile then … but on the way home they decided to call me Nigella … after rejecting a whole heap of other (also serviceable) names. Why Nigella? There was a lightbulb moment in the front seat of the car just before we arrived at their (now “our”) home … and a reference to Nigel (as in “no friends”) and they agreed Nigella would suit me very well! I agreed.

Life wouldn’t be much without some toys! I have my own … of course … but it’s fun to play with the other furries!