It’s official … I love Aunty M. Not only does she give amazing face rubs, and looks after me while my Mummies skive off, but now she’s bought me a new house! And it’s a BEACH HOUSE!!!!! She must really like me too to go to all that expense just so I’ll be happy … and just like Mimi … because she got one too. That Mimi is such a big show-off. She sent me a photograph the other day … more than one actually, of Mimi sitting on her grandmother’s wheelie-walker and being pushed around the house, and another one of her (that would be Mimi) playing in her beach house and one with her new shoe booties with what looks to be pictures of lions on them. That’d be right. Lions! Or something that looks like lions. My Mummies never get me anything like that. Hmmm … I wonder if I could go and live with Aunty M … and maybe if she has me, she’ll be able to give Mimi to someone else. Oh wait, that won’t work … what would her grandmother do? Who else would sleep in her sink? I’m not sure why they make Mimi sleep in the sink. I’ll ask Aunty M the next time I see her.
In the meantime, it’s business as usual around here. I have managed to sneak into the bedroom at night a couple of times and the other night I actually got to sleep on the bed for a couple of hours … and I might have still be there had I not woken up and started playing. Yes, yes, the first place I went was to Kaz’s sleeping machine … and then up along the bed head and down onto Sooz’s bedside table … and then, when I knew they were awake and looking for me, I quickly slipped under the bed … and I would still have been there had Kaz not done a dirty trick – dangling the ribbon from Sooz’s dressing gown over the side of the bed … and like a sucker I went after it … and she was clever … so very clever … which is so unlike her … because she lured me up onto the bed with it and gave me a big pat, and let me play there for a while before she dangled the ribbon onto the floor … and then eventually back on to the bed … and that’s when she grabbed me and unceremoniously dumped me outside … into the cold, cold, cold, freezing living room for the rest of the night. There’s a word for people like that!
Nigella ... 