Shimmy … shimmy

The least they could do would be to put on some limbo music for me as I try to shimmy under their bed.  I must be getting taller because it is getting much harder to get under there … which is a shame because I really do love it … dust bunnies and all Kaz!And what was it that Kaz was doing on the floor beside the bed the other night?  Oh I know, she was looking for me … she gets so neurotic (is that a word?) when she hasn’t seen me for a while – especially in the evenings because she thinks – and quite rightly – that I am intending to put myself under the bed so it’s impossible to carry me out when they are getting ready to go to sleep for the night.  But I wasn’t there this time and I didn’t mind having a chuckle to myself as I sat down next to Kaz on the floor.  She’d probably still be looking for me under there if Sooz hadn’t ratted me out and spoiled the game. 

I am a bit glad Kaz does get “neurotic” though … two nights after I did what she and Sooz are now calling the “disappearing act” – I’d done it again the next night but I was under the bed that time – they couldn’t find me again and I wasn’t in any of my usual hiding spots (I do have a few).  Luckily Kaz was at the table in the living area because it was only because she was there that she heard me in the kitchen.  She initially thought I was trying to get into a cupboard – but I was actually trying to get out of one!  I blame her of course.  She’s the one that’s been rearranging the cupboards in the kitchen – which means there is now room for me to sit on the bottom shelf of the pantry cupboard. I reckon I was locked in there for over half an hour by the time Kaz rescued me.  They’ll have to be careful they don’t lock me in there again … I might not be able to attract their attention next time … and we can’t have the neurotic one worrying overtime.

They are good to me though although it would be nice if Kaz would stop taking so many photos of me.  I breathe … she’s there, I lie down … she’s there, I go to go to find my tray … she’s there … but IT IS NOT.  What the?  Why would they do that to me?  My litter tray has been in the same place in the laundry since I came here … it’s always there when I need it … or it used to be.  There is another pretender tray where my real one used to be but Kaz says it’s for emergencies only and she would prefer I remember where she’s put the real tray – in her bathroom. I guess they think it will be better there … and one day hopefully they will tell me why.