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Well, it’s been a while. Not quite sure what M Kaz has been up to that she hasn’t had time to help me with my blog but hopefully she will be more available and diligent from here on in. (It’s hard but I’m trying not to make reference to flying pigs!)

M Sooz and M Kaz leave the house every weekday now to go off to some medical appointment or other – they sometimes have two on the one day. How lucky are they? Well, there is good and bad to it – good that M Sooz is receiving treatment for the nasty and that treatment is available, and bad because we know what ‘stay at home’ people those Mummies can be.

And speaking of home – last week marked the seventh anniversary of me coming to live with the Mummies at Jannie! It doesn’t seem like that long since they put me in the laundry basket on the back seat of the car and drove for two hours from Toowoomba to Jannie, all the while trying to think of my new name. Who knew – new house, new name. I wonder what those Mummies were called before they came to live at Jannie. I used to be called DeNile – like that river in Egypt. It will come as no surprise that my litter-mate was called Cleopatra. Do I miss being called DeNile? Sometimes, but I also miss being called ‘Nigella’ sometimes. They take such liberties with my name- Nigellikins, Nigey, Short & Furry, ‘No Nigey No’ and some other choice phrases which I try not to remember, not because they hurt my feelings – I’m tougher than that – but because there are sometimes rude words and reference to certain of my physical attributes involved. I can only imagine what they’re like when they’re in the car and they’re not getting their own way.
Aunty Wendy came to stay overnight on the weekend and Aunty T and her children came to visit too. I stayed outside on my cat tower most of the time the others were here.

Now that they have gone back to Toowoomba, it means I can have my bedroom back. Since when is it okay to turf me out of my room? And not even let me in there with whoever? I know I can’t share with Uncle Wayne because of his ‘allergies’, but Aunty Wendy has no excuse- no … no … snoring is not a good enough reason to keep the door to my bedroom closed!

It has been raining at Jannie a fair bit lately and M Kaz has been very pleased about that and that the pit Jarrod installed to keep the swimming pool from filling up on the front path is working! And she and M Sooz are still happy with the ‘future proof’ taps in the main bathroom too. M Kaz says it has taken a load of worry off her mind because she no longer has to check if the taps are turned off properly and not leaking. I can’t tell you how relieved I am about that too – no-one needs a fussing (and cussing) M Kaz.

Both those Mummies were up early this morning and M Sooz was busy drinking (water) almost as soon as her eyes were open. She was going off for a (yet another) medical appointment. She has certainly been in the wars lately – ever since they diagnosed her with – and let me get this right – carcinosarcoma – a particulary rare and aggressive nasty. She has had an exploratory procedure and biopsy, a surgery to remove the nasty and now she is lining up for some chemotherapy and radiation treatment to ‘mop up’ because it appears the nasty decided to start travelling around her system. Bad bad nasty! Anyway – enough about M Sooz – she is doing fine and she and M Kaz have their friends and families to support them.

And speaking of family, Aunty Wendy and Uncle Wayne are coming back to Jannie this weekend before Uncle Wayne packs up his caravan and moves on to his next BlazeAid camp – this one in Murgon. It’s not that far away and hopefully he will be able to move further north (for the warmth) as Winter approaches – and the price of diesel starts to come down. (No, there’s no need to go over why the price of diesel has almost doubled and is now over $3/litre.)

The newly-planted … can you call it ‘planted’ if it’s being grown hydroponically? – cat grass is coming along nicely. I keep reminding M Kaz to check that there’s still water in the container under it – because we know she didn’t keep it topped up last time and that’s why there’s ‘newly-planted’ Nigey grass. She seems to be doing okay with it and she’s aso giving it regular squishes of water from the squishy-bottle that Aunty M gave us. And thanks to Aunty M I have a new supply of my teeth cookies. I love me those teeth cookies.

I’ve never thought of M Sooz as a big poker machine player but it looks as though that might change based on the photo I found of her on M Kaz’s phone!

OK, here we go. Cat grass: take two. M Kaz has been busily drowning cat seeds in a tray getting them ready to spread out on the cat grass container’s suspended platform so that they would start growing. It only takes 24 hours to prepare them – and there were sprouts/shoots when she went to do the changeover – so it’s only a matter of time now. The last seeds had produced some grass within a few days so I hope this lot is the same. Hmm … I feel like some right now.

Not a lot else has been happening here at Jannie. M Kaz isn’t tending to me enough so I’m finding I have to give her little teeth nips on her legs so she will take better notice of me. She’s a bit thick sometimes. Yes, I know she tries her best but she is sometimes woefully lacking. I suppose she does have other things in her mind – like getting her mate Tony down at the water in the mornings to make them another fruit cake. They finished the last one last night and I would swear there were tears – especially from M Kaz as she cut the last slice in half so M Sooz could have some too. Talk about sacrifices!

That’s it. M Kaz can’t be in charge of the cat grass anymore. She had one job really – that was to keep it watered and while she was squishing it with the spray bottle that Aunty M had given them, that wasn’t enough. She really should have been checking the level of the water in the reservoir underneath the cat grass – because there wasn’t any! It may be that we’ve had a couple of very hot days here at Jannie and she didn’t think to check my grass but she really should have because by the time she noticed there was an issue the grass was wilting and I’m not sure that anything she can do will be able to bring it back.

Two days later. The cat grass is no more. I watched as M Kaz put the grass in the rubbish and the containers in the dishwasher. She days she’s going to start a new batch but not this morning as she and M Sooz were off to another medical appointment. It’s okay Mummies. You’ve got this!

We are going to need a bigger bed though. M Kaz is taking up way too much room in mine. And she knows I don’t like moving once I’ve settled – which is why she had to get out M Sooz’s side of the bed this morning. And don’t think it was easy for her – now that Uncle Wayne and Aunty Wendy have pulled the bed frames apart so the mattress overhang goes in the middle of the beds, there is a biggish dip which M Kaz kind of rolled into (but not easily out of). I may have laughed just a little. The leg cramp she started to get when she had managed to get out of the dip and was about to get out on Sooz’s side of the bed was a bit distressing for her but added to the show for me. (She knows I love her!)