If only I could have carried Graham to the top of the cupboard above the Microwave … I would have held him up skyward (being careful not to hit his head on the ceiling) and started singing “The Circle of Life” song from “The Lion King”. I know it was what Kaz wanted … rather than me just being up there trying to catch a bug that had come in with her when she took out the rubbish and recycling. There was just the one bug … i’m not sure why because they knows I’m always after more friends … it was Sooz and Kaz who gave me my name afterall – that’s right, you remember … Nigella NO Friends!
There was sad news last week (no, Aunty M hasn’t gone and got herself another cat …. grrrr) – it was that my sister Chloe had used up all her lives and moved on to wherever it is that we go once we’ve done that. I hope I don’t find out for a long, long time. I wouldn’t want Sooz and Kaz to be as sad as Wendy (my first almost for-ever Mum) is now that Chloe is gone. Mind you, it doesn’t sound as though she was nearly appreciative enough of the gifts that Chloe was taking her … and yes, if someone doesn’t take the present first off, you can understand why Chloe would eat it … and leave just a little something (so as not to appear too greedy) … you know, like a liver, or a heart. There’s nothing here like that that I can catch … but I do what I can … leaving Pinkie and Graham around where they can find them … alas it’s just not the same without the blood!
Speaking of blood, I managed to spag Kaz a couple of times this week. She’s such a wimp. I’m sure it doesn’t hurt as much as she makes out it does … she even cries some time. The big baby! It was her own fault with one of them. She was playing stringey thing with me and didn’t move her hand out of the way soon enough … that was one of them … and the other was when we were playing Where’s Nigey and Kaz forgot to keep an eye exactly on where I was … and just how sharp my teeth and claws are. Razor sharp I tell you … that’s what they are. Hmmm … I’d better be careful about them though … I have a feeling Kaz is, even now, thinking about having my claws cut. They would have been cut by now except Kaz doesn’t know how … and she’s such a woozie … I think she thinks I would not go under the clippers quietly! She’s absolutely right of course.
I’m addicted to coffee … well, not coffee really … but the smell of coffee. It’s wonderful and amazing and the reason why cats were placed on earth. I now have .. count them … one, two, three cup trays and they all smell of coffee. I’m sure Kaz and Sooz think I’ve been biting and tearing them up just because I love paper products (well, there is that too) but it’s really the smell. Did you know … I know because Kaz keeps telling me … I could be a sniffer dog at airports searching out drugs and other contraband … if only I would wear my harness. Not going to happen. Yes, yes, it’s because we cats have a much more acute sense of smell than our canine counterparts. (Heh heh … don’t tell Kaz but I have hidden the harness.)
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