What’s that Mummy Sooz? You’re hacking up a furball. It sounded like it was hard work – and that you had a few of them, which is funny because l’ve never seen you really grooming yourself with your tongue – except when you’re pretending to be me. But maybe that’s enough. It was good that the other Mummy reached you with the bucket in time – and why wouldn’t I come in to check on you!?
Was it my care, concern and compassion that led Kaz to get me a new little something for my toybox during the week? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but maybe I could have tried harder! That way I might have gotten a billiard table like (my ArchNemesis) Mimi rather than a cardboard plane! Mind you, I’m not quite sure where we could fit a billiard table here – unless it was on the back deck but that wouldn’t work because they still haven’t had it enclosed – and no I don’t care how much the new hot water system cost Kaz, it’s not something I use – and if the deck isn’t enclosed, we all know I’m not allowed out there!
Nigella ... 