Month: March 2021

Well, it’s hard to keep up to date with the blog while I’m traumatised!

That dashed red and wire cage came out of its hiding place on Tuesday afternoon and Sooz scooped me up and threw me in to it – despite my vociferous and dramatic protestations – and then slammed the lid shut. What the? Then Kaz threw a towel over me and the cage -and luckily didn’t say “Ta da” or “Abracadabra” or anything stupid like that because OMG I could have disappeared. What happened was much worse though … she took me to the vet! And do you know what they do at the vet? They take your temperature! And not in a nice way! Then they cut my fingers off (well, trimmed my claws) … and forced tablets down my throat. And if that wasn’t bad enough they put me on the scales (5.25kg) and wouldn’t let play on the cat tower in the room where they were keeping me prisoner! Yes, yes, I know I’m being a teensy little dramatic but it wasn’t a very nice experience at all. I’d like to see someone take Kaz to the vet and see how she likes it when they shove a thermometer you know where! And if that wasn’t bad enough, while we were waiting to see the V-E-T (yes, I can spell Kaz) there was a girl there who said hello to me – and put her fingers in my cage and I could tell by the look of horror on Kaz’s face that she thought I was going to bite her! Of course I didn’t … because I’m a good girl I am. But I will admit it was nice to get home and resume normal activities!

So, what do I get up to when I’m not getting my next blog entry ready? I like doing some boxing … and checking out my bags … and keeping an eye (and paw) on my stringey thing!

Three … two ….one … JUMP! 

And what a magnificient jump it was … from the top of the flyscreen in the window right onto We’s chest and face.  Pity there was no-one awake to see it … but We soon was!  No … I didn’t hurt her … and before she went to sleep she did say I could have half of the bed … who for a moment would have thought we would both want the same half?  Yes, there has been someone else in my bedroom and in my bed … another one of Kaz’s siblings … her sister this time.  She is familiar to me of course … because I used to live with her and call her Mummy before Sooz and Kaz spiritied me away when I asked them to … that was nearly two years ago now!  We still takes up as much room in the bed as she used to … and there may even have been a little bear in the woods activity – but she doesn’t do nearly as much snoring as Kaz does.

She’s gone now … she’s doing a course over near Kaz and Sooz’s post office box (as far as I could tell) but she may be back this afternoon if she doesn’t get a better offer!  But, I ask you, who wouldn’t want to do Trivia with them? 
The rain continues here … and while I am still making some efforts to get out the front door, I admit they may be a little half-hearted and only meant to keep them on their toes.  I really don’t want to go out in the rain. 

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.