Baby pic

I can’t decide whether this photograph makes me look more cute … or intelligent! Or maybe just pensive. Hmmm … let me think about that.

Cookies anyone?

Technicolor yawn. Disgorging. Ruminating. Gagging. Hurling. Retching. Vomit. What else do they call it? I don’t care much for the terms and I care much less for the act itself. There’s one thing worse than throwing up once – and that’s throwing up twice … but even worse than that is watching Kaz come to my rescue. She means well but she’s not very good at it. I think she has a bit of a weak stomach, which doesn’t help. Not that she was holding my hair back or anything like that – she was on clean-up patrol.

Me … post-cookies!

I can’t believe she wouldn’t let me eat anything afterwards. I think she’s trying to work out what caused it, and is currently thinking “cookies” – she stocked up on a couple of brands she knows I love – and the problem may be that I love one of them too much – and good luck working out which one that might be Kaz.

Still cute … right!
Did someone say … let’s play with Kaz’s things?

Aunty M came around tonight to watch television with Sooz and Kaz. They all seemed to enjoy the show – The Queen’s Gambit – and I’m glad they did but I’m also glad that Kaz was playing with me as she watched. I did my best to keep my teeth and claws out of her legs. I’m good like that … sometimes!

What do you mean this isn’t my new hidey-hole? I fit don’t I?

A plan …

What to do? What to do? My current project is trying to get outside. This is going to take some planning and a lot of deviousness and pure outright cunning on my part … because while everyone might think Kaz is a pushover, she is not … she is insisting that the only way I am going to get outside is if I am wearing that bl**dy harness (like she even has any ideas where it is) … and we all know that ain’t happening. So … I watch and I wait and test the boundaries … and continue to be amazed that even when Kaz has both hands full of stuff and somehow just manages to get the screen door and the front door open, she can still do this little dance with her feet that stops me getting out. And who knew she could dance? And no, we’re not saying she dances well, just that she can. I’ll keep you posted.

Me … not being able to get outside!
Did someone say ironing board?

Meanwhile, it has been hot hot hot here of late and I am currently finding some small relief by sleeping on the ironing board in Sooz’s studio – or it will be when Kaz finally gets the rest of her stuff out of there. It’s quiet in there as well … no noisy fans or air conditioner to keep me awake. The sounds of Aiden (our dreamboat and very tall plumber with the lovely thick socks that I love to smell) on the roof the other morning was enough to do that. Heaven knows when we will see him again … now he’s finished everything he had to when installing their new hot water system and taking the old one away!

Me … not having pizza.
Me … not having toast soldiers and boiled eggs.

It rained here tonight for a while – good heavy driving rain … it’s nice to watch out the windows and I race from one to another to another … freaking Kaz out as I do! I don’t know why it freaks them out so much. Maybe they’re still worried about Cecils.

Me … not worried about Cecils … or anything really …

Thursday

Why have they been hiding my hammock from me? I only found it again today … so I made sure I had a huge nap in it this afternoon so they know I still love it.

Asleep … and loving it!

Of course, I do love everything they get me… and everything that Aunty M gets me. Although when she came today I was a bit concerned – she was a bit flustered – because this morning Mimi (My ArchNemesis) had been outside … and she escaped over their side fence and into the great outdoors – actually to the neighbour’s. It took her a while to get her back over the fence but not before she had worried Mouse half to death. Poor Mouse. Word on the street is that Mimi will be given more supervision when she’s gallavanting outside now because she is definitely outside the Circle of Trust.   

Not sleeping funny!

Does anyone else think I sleep funny?  Sooz and Kaz think I do and Kaz keeps taking photographs of me when I’m asleep and also when she thinks she can make my bottom look big – yes, she’s back doing that again. If anyone has any ideas about how we can get her to stop, please let me know … as soon as you can because it is now quite urgent.

Update: Sunday now and I have been helping Kaz assemble the new misting fan she and Sooz picked up at Bunnings today. She was a bit upset towards the end as she was trying to get the blade guard on .. but with Sooz’s help she finally managed it. Sooz is sitting in front of it now … and she likes it very much!