The trick, Kaz, is to try not to look as though you are running up the hall so you can lock me out of the bedroom! I’m not saying you are a obviously slow runner but you are not fast … at all. And, would you believe, stealth is not your strong suit either! And that thing about letting me sleep in the bedroom with the Mummies certainly didn’t last long. I counted one night! One night! That’s not very much at all. I can count that on one paw … four times! But at least they make sure my warm blankie is on the couch so I have a choice about my sleeping spots.
And where on earth are they going in the mornings now? They leap (okay, that’s an exaggeration) out of bed before 7, throw on their clothes from yesterday, and are off. I’ve never known them to get up this early … unless they were going off somewhere – and they have their bags with them them … but they’re back soon after they leave. Hmmmm.
I am trying to make sure Kaz takes proper breaks while she is working … she is spending a lot of time with her computer these days – something about “study” I think I heard, and of course “typing for Peter” (whatever that is). But she can be at that computer for minutes at a time and I know that can be bad for her … yes, Kaz you do move your lips when you read sometimes, and you do say things out loud … and that’s how I know about RSI and WH&S and stuff like that. So, I do my bit – by gently nipping at her leg to let her know that it’s time to take a break, stand up, stretch, walk around a bit … get me some new cookies (I CAN SEE THE BOTTOM!), play stringey thing, take me outside for a walk … you know, the things that she would be doing if she wasn’t at the computer!
Nigella ... 