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.
Nigella ... 