Kaz forgot to go down to Surfers Paradise this morning to see the horses gallop along the beach. With a little help from Sooz and a visit from Mimi (aka my Archnemesis), Syl and An’s Blue and Tilly and maybe even this Pip we’ve heard about (she has recently moved in with Ma) and a generous amount of sand in the back yard, we could recreate it for her. What fun it would be! We could have little jockeys and saddles and silks and maybe bridles or harnesses … oh wait, nope deal’s off! You will never see this little tabby domestic short hair cat in a harness!
I am freaking Kaz and Sooz out in the evenings now. I sit up near the sink peering out the kitchen window swishing my tail and looking like I’m watching something. Kaz comes over and tries to see, even turning out the light in case bugs are being attracted to the other side of the window and it’s that that I’m looking at. Heh heh … suckers! It’s just like when they fell for the “Snake … Snake” ruse a little while ago. It serves them right too because they’re talking about changing my name to Nora. Nora? Why Nora? Because yesterday when Sooz and I were home alone I may have jumped on the bed and letting her pat me when my teeth slipped and bit her. Okay it may have happened a bit later in the day as well. When Kaz came home there was some discussion about it and at that point one of them said that I was a bit of a Gnawer. It didn’t take then long to suggest they should have called me that … Gnawer … or, because of their love of wordplay, Nora for short. Not happy Jan… or whatever your names are!
A Nigey’s work is never done. Today I’m supervising installation of the new hot water system – my favourite tall person Aiden is doing it but for some reason he hasn’t been inside to let me sniff his socks yet.
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