Oh my goodness – can they make any more noise around here? Don’t they know that I have only one job (yes, we all know they think it’s to torment play with Kaz but it really isn’t!) and that’s to sleep … and who has a chance with that horrible caterwauling – or something even way worse than that, that Kaz has started doing … as though her “bear in the forest” isn’t bad enough. If she keeps this up I am going to have to seriously consider my options: moving out to the garage or even further afield, finding some way to use noise-cancelling headphones (do they make them for Nigeys?), imposing on Sooz’s kind nature so she intervenes or, if all else fails, take an axe to hide that darn trumpet. Okay, there’s no denying it’s a thing of beauty and I’d probably even have a go if she’d leave it out of its case, but a dozen or so lessons would not go astray Kaz!
Meanwhile, Sooz has been behaving herself – kind of. I say “kind of” because she seems to have forgotten she is intelligent! You want proof? How’s this: she’s watching three very questionable programs presently: MAFS (which apparently is what everyone calls it because they can’t be bothered with its proper title or maybe it’s because they can’t remember/pronounce it); something about extreme carbohydrate loading and its deleterious effects, and another about people who can’t throw “stuff” away (OMG – that could be them!) – and no, it doesn’t make it a better choice just because other people she knows watches them too (her dentist!!!). I guess it’s part of the human condition – needing to connect with other people over dreadful programs – why can’t they just sniff each others butts like dogs do? Yes, I can see you wondering what it is that we cats do, but if you don’t know, I can’t tell you.
Nigella ... 