Okay, I don’t care what anyone says, I’m going back to bed. Kaz can call me and whistle and click her fingers as much as she likes but I am quite comfortable here. We’ll play stringy thing when I want to! Yes you heard me, she whistles me as if I’m some type of dog! The cheek … the indignity … the oh so many opportunities to thwart her trying to exercise her will over me. Doesn’t she realise who’s the boss around here? Well, actually we all know it’s Sooz but that’s besides the point. I am #2 or should that be #1 like in Star Trek where the second in command is called #1 … and no I don’t need to be reminded that #1 is a dog in the new Picard series. It would have been more believable if it was a cat … the only saving grace is that the dog can’t act (or maybe it’s “won’t”) and they’ve had to rework scenes to account for that. Heh heh … I can just see it … Captain Jean-Luc Picard, now 90 (his age – he hasn’t slipped in rank that much!), calling for his tea (Earl Grey … Decaf – really he did, he put that in as a joke) and his faithful companion … me! I wouldn’t go when he called me either! I like sleeping way too much.
Kaz and Sooz sometimes play “Where’s Nigey” with me on the bed where they cover me up with the sheets and then say “Where’s Nigey” and then they pull the sheets back so they can see me and say “There’s Nigey” then we all do it again a few thousand more times. We hadn’t played it this week so I decided to start them off by climbing under the table cloth … they were a bit surprised but they got the hang of it pretty quickly. They’re good like that!
Nigella ... 