Month: August 2022

No Mummies that’s just silly … of course I can’t see China at the bottom of my litter tray. It may sound like I’m digging a lot in there but I’m just doing my very best to make sure everything is “nice” when you come into the bathroom after I’ve been in there. It’s a pity that people at public toilets can’t be as thoughtful. But this is me … Nigey … considerate through and through. Hmmmm that could even be my middle name.

It is raining again which means I haven’t been able to go outside for a while … and I don’t like that at all. When the Mummies came home from Brunch today (no, they didn’t go to breakfast even though it is Saturday!), it was wet and I didn’t even try to go out even though they were a bit slow in getting the front door closed. I could easily have run out there. And I would have except I really didn’t want to get wet … because it’s cold as well, and I would have been miserable if I had been wet and cold … and roused (Mummies, how do you spell that?) on!

Yum … why have you never given me this before? It is so lovely Mummies – I could eat it all the time – well at least until you bought a few more tins of it! I like it because it’s not fishy – you always get me fish food. This one is souffle with beef and spring vegetables and as soon as I saw you reading the label before you opened it, I could tell you were sure you’d made a mistake M Kaz – which is why it’s a good idea to read the label not just pick a can based on the colour of the label. Yes, I know M Kaz that you pick the red, yellow and green cans because they’re the seafood ones – but it didn’t quite work this time. I could tell you were worried I’d take one sniff … and walk away. I didn’t though … and I’ve been back to it a few times since. It might be time to give Stringey Thing and our other friends a taste too, just to see what they think. I’m sure they’ll all love it too.

It’s been a bit colder here the last couple of days which is why it’s so mean that M Kaz evicted me again last night. I try to be good, really I do but … well … I’m Nigey and I love to run and play just as much as the next cat – and you know we cats are duty-bound to do at least part of that running and playing early in the morning! You know you knew that when you brought me home with you!

It’s called “choice” Mummies and that can happen at any time of the day – yes, even before the sun is up, even before you were planning to get up, yes even at 5:15 am. And that’s why I’m so disappointed that you would think that “choice” was actually spelled “eviction”. For me it was all about what type of cookies I was going to have for breakfast – and if M Kaz would put down two types of crunchies for me – the other day she put down THREE types! Oh wait, that was when they were away overnight – I think they just wanted to make sure I had enough to eat while they were gone – they left out two types of wet food as well. I don’t get that type of service every day around here. I wonder if Mimi does. I bet she does. And I bet she doesn’t get evicted during the night for just saying hello! I do … all the time!

M Kaz was up early this morning – not as early as the mornings when she leaves while it’s still dark outside but pretty early for a Sunday. I’m not sure if it was me or M Kaz who was more surprised when M Sooz said “let’s go out for a German Sausage”. They arranged to meet Aunty M and Mouse there (at the HOTA Markets) – not realising they weren’t planning on going – but they did anyway. That was good because it meant I could have the house to myself until they arrived home. And I call you I was really surprised when M Kaz didn’t come home with M Sooz. I was sure they travelled in pairs – but not today. M Kaz had gone off to see the Bricktionary exhibition while she was at HOTA and M Sooz hitched a ride home with Mouse and Aunty M, but not before they’d gone shopping for strawberry jam, burek (spelling?) and premium pineapple juice. Yummm.

When M Kaz did arrive home she didn’t do as she had promised and take me outside into the yard. Hopefully she will remember her cat mother duties and do it tomorrow because I am a bit sick of being trapped inside for days at a time. It’s like being in prison – well, like I imagine it would be because I haven’t ever been incarcerated – not yet anyway … do they incarcerate cats? And why would they do that? What type of “crime” would you have to be guilty of to even go there? Hmm. It bears some thought Mummies!