I think I walked in on Kaz at the wrong moment – she was waggling her chest at one of the screens she watches movies on – and she obviously knew what she was doing …. because she looked a little embarrassed when she saw that I was watching her. As it turned out, she was watching “Jurassic Park” – and they were up to the part where they were showing the merchandise that would be available as part of the franchise – and what she was waggling at the screen was the Jurassic Park tee-shirt she was wearing. It is one of her favourite ones and it looked as though it had taken her a little by surprise to realise she was wearing it … and watching it. Given the amount of times she has watched films in the franchise though, the law of averages said it was only a matter of time before the two coincided. And once she finished “Jurassic Park”, you know she started watching the next one … and I know she’s just going to keep going.

She still had time to sneak outside and bring in the rest of the washing while I was sleeping though. I’m glad she did because once she had it inside, Sooz folded it up … and then because Kaz couldn’t make it fit into the Manchester cupboard (I know she has plans for re-folding and re-arranging things in there), she popped the towels and sheets into Sooz’s “office” – and that was where she and Sooz found me later this evening (after they watched the Semi-Final of MasterChef … and yes, there may have been tears there!).
It’s actually not bad being a cat here – most of the time. They let me eat what I want – most of the time. They let me sleep where I want – most of the time. But they are still locking me out of the bedroom at night, even though I have been trying to show them that I actually can sleep in the bedroom without giving them – or Kaz’s sleeping machine – grief.

They know I am intelligent though … as well as cute … and this evening Kaz has me doing something she calls an “intelligence test”. This comes about because I had my stringey thing out with my dinner bowls and I knocked the soft squishy birdy part under the washing machine … and now before I can take it to them to get them to play with it with me, I have to work out how to get it out from under there. Kaz said she isn’t going to help me because she knows I can do it … although I think it’s really because she knows that if I can’t get it out, I can’t take it to her and Sooz to make them play with me. Hmmmmm. I think Kaz even hides my stringey things in the box sometimes so I won’t know where to look for them!










