I’m sometimes not sure whether to believe Kaz or not. Let’s take you into the laundry – it’ll be fun she said – just before she locked me in there for the better part of an hour while they had a visitor. Ok, so I now know that was Aiden the plumber and they wanted me safe as he went in and out of the house – but they could have mentioned that beforehand. I would have understood!
I’m not sure about the carnivores thing. Kaz and Sooz had vegetable soup for dinner and Kaz wouldn’t give me any because she said that as a carnivore I should only be eating … Carnie folk – people who work at carnivals or circuses or sideshows – but definitely not their descendants. I’m fairly sure that’s self-preservation on Kaz’s part though so she doesn’t become part of my food chain – her grandfather on her Dad’s side was a Carnie … a Wild West trick rider – and he also had a dancing chicken show. I could be wrong but something tells me the sachets and tins they’ve been giving me aren’t “Carnie in a can”.
I managed to get the collar off for a while today – and spent all the time it was gone just licking and licking and licking and licking – a girl’s got to groom what a girl’s got to groom. I think I blew it when I started licking near my stitches because lickity-split Kaz had me back up on the bed and was strapping me back into that collar. (I’ll be sure to remind her of that at 6 o’clock in the morning!)
l’m enjoying the washing basket and doing stretching out in it in the sun – well, not exactly, but in front of the window in the bedroom in the sun.
Nigella ... 