I can’t believe it. Uncle Wayne said the Mummies were coming home and they’e here! They’re here! They arrived on Thursday night and I know that as a cat I’m just supposed to look at them, walk away and turn my back on them – but I just couldn’t! Those Mothers have been away for weeks and weeks and weeks and although Uncle Wayne took wonderful care of me, they’re the Mummies. I’m still waiting to see if they brought me anything – besides their bags to smell. And there so many interesting smells on there. I think I smelled dog, and – was that Paris? And a windmill? And what was Aunty M doing there – they didn’t tell me she was going with them. And how does that work anyway? She visited me while they were away.
I do love M Kaz’s suitcase though (I think she calls it a ‘port’) and I was sleeping on it yesterday when she had it up on the bed. I think she thought she was going to unpack it, but it’s a bit difficult to do that when there’s a Nigey on it.
M Sooz spent a lot of time in bed, sleeping, yesterday. I think she has something called ‘jetlag’. I’m not sure what it is but M Kaz was saying that she thought she might be having some of it today. I think it’s some kind of sleeping sickness but I can’t be sure. I think it hasn’t affected M Kaz as much because she’s been drinking coffee – that seems to keep it away a little bit. Not enough that she can transcribe a long blog for me today – but at least I am blogging again!
Nigella ... 