But how did they know it was me in the Zen Garden? It could have been anyone. What’s that… Footprints? Nah, they could belong to anyone! Didn’t I see another cat in here the other day? Didn’t it go in to Kaz’s office and play behind the door – you know, where the Zen Garden is?
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. It’s not that I do anything else that would upset them … if I did they wouldn’t have brought me my own Christmas Tree. Yes, you read that correctly. Sooz and Kaz must have felt bad after my last post because they have now bought me my own felt tree to play with … and they’re left it where I can reach some of the hanging doovers … so points to them!
They came back all happy last night – they’d been out on a boat – cruising up and down canals in the area looking at Christmas lights. Me? They left me here alone again … to make my own fun – which had nothing to do with the Zen Garden or any other mischief they think I might have been into.
It was a busy day here yesterday – even before that. Sooz went out with P for a while; Kaz and I stopped here and made sure Michael did a good job – he was here to do the yearly pest control visit and to check for termintes (he didn’t find any – phew). He was pretty nice actually and had a knocking stick (he hit it against the walls checking for those pesky termites) that he let me play with. He was very chatty too … he’s been to Africa on Safari and they’re just waiting for the borders to open up again so they can go travelling again.
Then, after he’d gone, Sooz and P came back and they had a “meeting” – something to do with Kaz’s TAFE course. It went on for ever … I’m glad I don’t have to go to meetings. I think they’re fairly boring, and, if the Mummies don’t mind me saying, a huge waste of time.
Nigella ... 