I don’t know why they don’t pay me more attention. I am Nigey. I am the cat. It’s not as though I’m not around all the time – why, only yesterday I was helping M Kaz with her birthday presents – checking them out, giving them a good sniff, letting her know they were okay. No, no, it wasn’t just because I wanted the bags … although I do have to say, they were lovely bags. No, I’m just always looking out for them. Because that’s what a good cat does! I am a good cat.
They went out with Aunty M yesterday – to lunch. That’s what they tell me anyway because Aunty M didn’t come in to give me a face rub. She had been in to see me in the morning when she and M Sooz went to breakfast – but that was ages before. Hmmm. Aunty M knows the rules: if she comes to the house or anywhere near the house, she’s supposed to come in to see me! Hmmmmm. Someone will need to have stern words with her to make sure it doesn’t not happen again! (M Kaz … can you check that for me before you post my blog … you know I’m rubbish at double negatives?!? Ta.)
Nigella ... 