Well that was a good trick I played on Sooz Mummy. She was so worried today when she couldn’t find me that she phoned Kaz Mummy who was out and about foraging for my Fancy Feast crunchies – and just as well she was too because there was about to be a huge fracas here if she didn’t. Had I managed to escape Sooz was wondering. Kaz assured her I had not. And together they worked out a plan trap … I know they worked on it together because neither of them is cluely enough to have thought of it by themselves. And it wasn’t really all that involved or complex a plan trap either … it was just to make me think that Sooz was opening the bedroom door … because we all know how I live to get out there. It’s somehow much more exciting than the front yard – where I had been with Kaz only this morning.
“Make sure you have the bedroom door closed before you open the outside door” – did I hear that or just imagine it? Doesn’t matter because that’s exactly what Sooz Mummy did … and when I heard the outside door opening … I was there at the bedroom door in a second – half-a-second actually … and when she opened the door I scarpered over to the door to the backyard – but it was already closed. Drat! But at least I didn’t reveal my hiding spot.
Besides that bit of drama this morning, all has been much the same here without Uncle Wayne around. I am missing him … of course … but I have been consoling myself by sleeping on his bed, and the ironing board, and the coach … and … well, just anywhere I want to. It’s good being the cat.
Where is he? Come back already Uncle Wayne!
Nigella ... 