Month: April 2024

The only good thing about all the rain we’ve been having is that I don’t have to go out in it – yes, yes, we all know I’m not actually allowed to go out in it but no-one had to say that out loud. There’s no need to rub it in. But anyway the last laugh is on the Mummies because I did manage to get out there earlier this week- not for long, mind, because M Kaz was right onto me – not fast enough to prevent it though – heh heh.

I am going to have words with M Kaz about my cat grass. She’s been letting the team down a little – I’m back down to one viable pot – not good enough M Kaz especially since Aunty M’s last intervention meant I had three – count them M Kaz, that’s three pots of cat grass for Nigey. Mind you, given what today is , you’d think she’d have pulled all the stops out to give me stuff I like. What’s today? Just five years since I asked the Mummies if they could rescue me from Toowoomba
and let me live with them at Jannie and become M Kaz’s photographic subject – and muse.  Just as well they said yes.

Ah the fun we’ve had since then – the places they’ve been while leaving me with Aunty Rosemary of the green hair and now with the woman who chats all the time – you know the one where they turned Mimi into “a talker”. Thankfully that wore off. And thankfully they’re not planning to send me there when they go off on their next trip because Uncle Wayne is coming to stay. Maybe he’ll put an extension in Outback while he’s here.

M Kaz is still managing to get herself up and out of the house before dawn most days. She seems to enjoy it and she’s still raving about the other day and how wonderful it was with an amazingly colourful dawn, Anzac Day remembered with candles, a minute’s silence by the bike riders ( “Hats off boy’s”), the Anzac Day Marathon, the flag woman, the flyover by the single World War II aircraft. It was, by M Kaz’s account, quite moving – but we all know she’s easily moved aka a big sook (is that how you spell it?)

I really don’t know why those Mummies don’t want me to find Felix (my new spider friend.)  He seemed nice enough and you could tell he was scared when M Kaz went off to get the can of insecticide – that’s a long word and it took longer for M Kaz to find a can of something – which turned out to be disinfectant.  Anyway, by the time she came back, Felix had run off – he went so fast I wasn’t sure where he ended up – and I would have looked for him but, as I said, I could tell the Mummies weren’t keen that I should find him.  I think it was a him.  He was a magnificent specimen too – we’re not sure what species, but he was big enough that M Kaz could have held him in the palm of her hand, and there wouldn’t have been much of that palm showing. 

While we do have Felix (somewhere), we don’t have other friends – like the cockroach the neighbours found in their bedroom – on a pillow!  That wouldn’t have bothered me, but it did seem to bother them, so much that they are calling the pest control people back to look at re-doing the treatment they had done last November.  Of course, it could have something to do with that they leave their doors open – and they’ve had other things in besides bugs – like snakes, just a little green one but that’s one of the reasons the Mummies keep the doors closed here – and why M Kaz went to such lengths to Cecil-proof the Outback, even though Uncle Wayne was fairly sure they wouldn’t be able to shimmy under the Colorbond.  At least I can still make playmates out of the lizards that come in under there. 

M Sooz went out to breakfast with Aunty M this morning and after they gone it seemed that M Kaz was going to go soon after but she spent the next hour looking for a piece of paper that she said she needed (a ‘script’ I think she called it).  Despite all the muttering and cursing, she didn’t find it but her desk is looking way less messy since she’d gone through every bit of paper on there looking for it.  It was pretty funny when she finally decided to ring the chemist to see if they had it – and they did.  Well, I thought it was funny.  She did work out what had happened, eventually, because the last time she’d had it ‘filled’, the chemist had to get stock in and she hadn’t collected the ‘script’ when she collected the ‘stuff’ because she always takes the script with her and she thought she already had.  But it seems that this may be the last time she does the searching thing if the words ‘never again’ mean anything and are going to propel her into action.  That and ‘I have too many pens’ or words to that effect.  Stay tuned!

But enough about them.  Word on the street is that my new bags of cat litter have finally arrived and I just have to wait for M Kaz to carry one in from the shed so she can top up my tray – or, better still, give me a whole new fresh one. 

And no, there is no truth in the rumour that now that M Kaz is stocking up on Fancy Feast cookies for me that I have stopped eating them, favouring the Cachets instead.  Oh, wait, that might be so.  

I can’t believe M Kaz sat at the table for most of this morning and a fair chunk of this afternoon working on her so-called “secret project” – which is actually just planning for their trip to other climes later in the year. They think I’m not taking any notice – but I am – and I’m counting down the days until Uncle Wayne comes to holiday with me here at Jannie. I have a calendar.

Not much has been afoot here except M Kaz is awake most mornings before the sun goes up and she is off to the Broadwater to take some photographs and have a walk along the waterfront and take some photographs. She sometimes takes M Sooz with her depending on how that Mummy is feeling which depends on how well she’s slept during the night.

I almost made it into the dryer today but the door was just closing as I got there, ready to jump in. Drat. I’ll have to hang around out there until the laundry’s dry and then jump in to the basket they put those wonderfully warm clothes in. Only 2hr 37min to go. I’ll have to get a clock to go with my calendar.
M Kaz has been trigger-happy with her camera and/or smartphone again – creeping up on me when I’m not looking (read: asleep) or trying to get me to pose for her – as though I don’t have anything better to do. Still, I don’t mind the profile shot she used on her Facebook page.

I can be as bitey as I want, M Kaz, and there’s not a lot you can do about it – except try to keep your leg out of my mouth. And, no, I don’t know why I am being bitey – it’s just the way it is this week. But at least I’m still cute some of the time – I know you think that’s when I’m sleeping but there are other times too – just ask M Sooz. She sees it. You might be asleep when it happens – or I might be the one who’s sleeping. I do a bit of that – and aren’t you glad that I’ve started sleeping on your beds again or on your foot.