Author: kazbah33pics

I cannot believe Kaz just did that! Or that she did the next thing! Let me go back to the start so you can see the depth of betrayal and disloyalty we’re talking about here. It started when I woke up this morning: Kaz was a bit strange – make that a lot strange … so I really should have worked out that she was up to no good. By the time I did (work it out), it was already too late! She had locked me out of the bedroom and the penthouse!!! And then she went outside (yes, without me) and when she came back she had that horrible cat travel cage. They should call it: the cat travel to somewhere they don’t like cage because I only ever seem to go to the vet on to the places where all the other unloved cats go … boarding school when she puts me in there! And boy did she have a hell of a time getting me into the carry cage – next time she will definitely get Sooz to help her. How many legs do I have? The same number as when she tries to get me into that 4H (Hot Horrible Hairy Harness).
When I get back from Boarding School (that’s where she took me once she had me in that cage!) I’ll give Kaz a chance to redeem herself – she can start taking me out for a walk every day! Let’s see how much she complains about that!

Why don’t they let me have a bedside table? I have so many beds but not one table beside any of them. So, what’s a girl to do? The only thing I could of course … I appropriated one of theirs this morning – Kaz’s. She didn’t seem to mind – She seemed happy – she was busy taking photographs of me lounging, trying to get comfortable around all the junk she keeps on the side table, chewing cables … the usual.

There have been a few photographs over the last few days – there seen to be more photographs when it’s wet – they do try to go outside when it’s raining but they aren’t very good at it. Kaz did go out yesterday and when she came back she was so wet she had to go take a shower. How does that work? Wouldn’t it have just made her more wet?

They did find time to do something constructive though – they fixed my caravan! It’s been a flat pack for a few weeks so it was a bit of a surprise when Kaz peeled it off the living room floor and took it to the table and started folding and sticking – and needing my help. What could I do? I had no choice … I helped. And then I took it for a best drive … and, yes, I may have been speeding a little bit – that’s the only way I can explain the rollover. Don’t worry – I’m okay – really… all I can say is thank goodness they haven’t bought me a high performance vehicle yet. Goodness knows though… I am an excellent driver.

Hmmm … so that’s what they do long into the night after they’ve locked me out of the bedroom … they talk and do quizzes and tap out songs to make the other one guess them.  No wonder they want me to spend nights outside of the bedroom – they don’t want me to be bored to tears!  And they know I would be!  How do I know what they do in there?  I actively eavesdrop on them, with my little ear pressed against the door after they’ve exiled me!  Nah … that’s not how (really, Kaz and Sooz it isn’t!) … it’s because they let me stay in there for a bit longer the other evening.  It was fun … ahem … yes, I am lying … it was not fun … not in any definition of the word!  They seemed to enjoy it though … even when they were trying to work out what the word was (and no … it was not their safe word – whatever that is!).

I managed to get outside again yesterday – Kaz forced me into that hot horrible hairy harness (I call it Harry now) and dragged me outside as though it was the last place in the world I wanted to go … she was wrong!  It’s fun out there … there’s grass, and a hole in the fence that should be easy to get through when she’s not watching me so closely … and I know there is something exciting playing in under those fallen frangipani leaves and I really want to get to know them.  (I haven’t told Kaz and Sooz about them … they just get scared if they think there’s something out in the yard.)

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