It’s been hot, hot, hot today and those Mummies have been taking it quietly (I was going to say they’d been laying low but I wasn’t sure if it is/was “laying” or ”lying” – so, I went with something else entirely: when is doubt, leave it out!) I’ve been lounging on my deck! Yes, it’s been a bit on the warm but l’ve been coping. Sadly, my cat grass has not. I sometimes think the Mummies don’t want me to have nice things. Under M Sooz’s instruction, M Kaz has now cut it back, watered it and taken it out the front where, hopefully, it will make a swift recovery. There is still no sign of the replacement cat grass so until it appears or the other one grows back, there won’t be any eat grass for Nigey. Hopefully M Kaz will think to take me out the front so I can have a bit of a chew on some grass out there. And maybe see Lennie or Kermie. And maybe throw up. Or perhaps I could wait until I’m inside to do that.
The Mummies are very excited that their new bed is arriving this week. It’s actually two beds which they’ll push together to make it into one big one … they had better because if they don’t it means I will have to choose whose bed to sleep on and that’s a decision no Nigey should have to make! It’s bad enough now deciding where I’m going to sleep!
Let’s see … what else has been happening around here? The Christmas decorations have now all been put into boxes and M Kaz is making room for them on the shelves in the garage tomorrow. It’s been fun having then around the place – but I am going to miss the singing cow! At least there’s a video of it M Kaz or M Sooz can play to me until it’s time to bring him (or is it a her?) back from exile in December. Until then, maybe they can get some kangaroos or emus to have around the place for Australia Day … or rabbits and maybe some chickens in the lead-up to Easter. Heh, heh, you would think we didn’t have any other furries around here … I’m not quite sure how many there are but I have a feeling there will be a few more found when the Mummies move their old bed out. There was a time there when I would use my claws to hook the furries off the bedhead and take them down under the bed. I’d like to say the Mummies were aware that some furries were missing but … alas … there are so many of then, they sometimes didn’t even notice. Too many toys by golly!?!
Nigella ... 