Where the h*ll do they keep disappearing to? Sometimes they are gone for an hour, sometimes a few, and then they can disappear for days at a time! Then they come waltzing in (they’re not bad dancers – mind you, they’re not the world’s best dancers either) as though they haven’t abandoned me, leaving me all on my own with Pinkie, and the stringy thing and my polystyrene claw toys (more on that later) and Graham and … oh, that may be why they’re always saying “too many toys by golly”. But this cat does not survive with toys alone … dammit I need human company! Someone for me to cuddle and kiss and rub noses with and to give me face rubs. Yes, that’s right … I need my Aunty M!
And that’s not even the worst part … lots of times when they come home, they smell! Did you know that we cats have an incredibly acute sense of smell … so I can tell when they’ve seen “others” … I hear their names sometimes … Bronte, Tilly and those two, I think they were on a FaceBook post titled “when cute meets cute” … Blue and Mimi. Grrrrrrr. I’ll give them cute. Is it any wonder that I give Sooz and Kaz leg cuddles and kisses?
My claw toys (the polystyrene inserts from the air fryer box) have been taken away by that brute Kaz. I begged, I pleaded, I beseeched (I looked up the thesaurus) but no, she would not keep them for me. Last time I saw them was Monday morning, on their way out to the rubbish bin. I know I made a huge mess with them (but who doesn’t like snow?) and I know Kaz was a little concerned I may have been eating the polystyrene but that was no reason to remove them completely. We could have had supervised play dates – and Kaz could have kept the Black&Decker vacuum at the ready if she was that worried about the mess.
Nigella ... 