Where are the aliens? From Independence Day. Here it is July 4 and there’s been no lights in the skies (except planes and stars and what you’d usually see). Ah well, maybe next year. Before that though, M Kaz is going off to see Jurassic World: Rebirth. I’m not sure if she is more excited about the movie or the merchandise. Hmmmm.
It is still cold here at Jannie – so cold that when M Kaz takes herself off to the water in the morning, she’s sometimes wearing FOUR layers, and a hoodie (if M Sooz is wearing the beanie in bed – and no, I don’t know why they don’t have two beanies so they can each have one).
It’s not even that warm in the sun at the moment so I am spending a fair bit of time inside, either on my bed or one of the Mummies’ beds – and certainly at night I am sleeping cuddled up next to M Kaz (mostly) – I just wish she took up less space in the bed and would stop complaining about where I’m sleeping – in the middle up the top, in the middle down the bottom, or just in the middle of the bed.
I think it’s time for me to go to the nail-clipping place. Every time I try to cuddle M Kaz’s legs at the moment she carries on like I’m intentionally trying to sink my claws in to the delicate flesh on her legs. She does whinge a bit about it. And speaking about whinging – how am I supposed to know when those Mummies have refilled my cookies. I don’t go and ask for more unless the last time I was there I could see the bottom! It’s their fault for not putting them in a cone-shaped dish so they’ll fall into the middle rather than just being pushed to the outside of the bowl, where they stay and when I push others away, I can definitely see the bottom of the bowl. I think it’s their fault really for not being a bit more proactive.
Nigella ... 