Author: kazbah33pics

Could this lockdown please, please be over soon? There is only so much one small cat (that would be Me) can do to keep the adults entertained. I’m doing what I can – have been for weeks now – and I’m running out of tricks … and patience.
I did manage to find a new hiding place in an insulated bag between the couch and the wall in the lounge area the other day – but can you believe Kaz must have heard me shimmy into it – because I hadn’t been in there for a minute before she was peering over the couch – and taking a photograph and telling Sooz. Yes, there is no privacy here.

Aunty M visits every few days (thank Goodness!) and even though she doesn’t come in Kaz and Sooz are quite happy to see her. I’m sure it’s not just because she brings them presents – Chocolate Easter things(were they lambs or sheep?), croissants, coffee, Mouse’s  soup … that’s not soup made with Mouses, it’s soup made BY Mouse – which is what they call M’s Mum (she likes cheese) but I think I mentioned that last time. The days are all just running into each other.
Now, where was I?  That’s right … it’s all well and good for Sooz and Kaz to be happy to see M, but I haven’t had one of her face rubs forever! And Kaz, it really isn’t very helpful when you say I could go out and have one if I’d just put on the harness – yes, we know that of which you speak – that stupid, stinking, scratchy, smelly harness. I am thinking about it though. Hard.
Kaz is spending a lot of time in the garden these days with her camera. That suits me fine … especially since flies come back in with her. They’re fun to chase. And I know that there’s a Gecko (whatever that is) somewhere in Sooz’s bathroom that she’s worried I’ve already eaten. I haven’t … but I will if I can ever find it. I wonder what it looks like.
They’re now talking about replacing MY venetian blinds in the kitchen – just because I may have contributed to the recent breakage. I’m not exactly sure when I started to get in between the blinds and the window – but don’t for a moment think it’s easy for a smallish cat to squeeze between those slats where there’s very little (read! no) leeway. I know they were concerned I would break them but it wasn’t me who did it … it was Kaz. She did it! She did it! We all saw it!  Now I’m just going to play with the one’s in Sooz’s office. I’ll show them! 

They are still here … although they do go out for a little bit sometimes, Kaz more than Sooz though.  Hardly anyone ever comes either – except for the man from Amazon, and the man from OfficeWorks, and Anya, and Aunty Mejrem. 

Anya is the only one who comes inside though.  She’s nice and all but I really want Aunty M to come inside and give me a face rub.  Oh My Goodness, doesn’t that sound like something from The Wizard of Oz … Aunty M, Aunty M.  But Aunty M doesn’t come in … not even to see Sooz and Kaz … she stands out in the front yard and talks to them through the window.  She leaves things on the front porch for them too … yesterday it was some of her mother’s borscht – that’s a kind of Russian soup made with beetroot, although Sooz said that this one tasted very tomatoey. I noticed that there wasn’t any left after dinner though!

It was good to see Anya today … but I wasn’t sure when Kaz offered her some of my boxes … the ones that the Amazon man and the OfficeWorks man had dropped off for me.  Kaz really should ask my permission before giving away my stuff.  But if they’re going to give it away to anyone … I’m glad it’s Anya – her son makes things out of cardboard boxes.  She couldn’t fit all of them in her car today so Kaz is keeping a couple in the garage for her for next time she comes.

It’s hard keeping Sooz and Kaz entertained these days.  I’ve started playing in, around and behind the venetian blinds – they don’t like that much – and sleeping in all manner of places. 

I wish Kaz would stop taking photos of me though … she’s doing it on her tablet, on her phone, with the camera … she does not give me a moment’s peace. I have taken to hiding to get away from her … and I am getting really really good at it. Sometimes she and Sooz spend quite a lot of time looking for me … and as long as they don’t rattle the cookie jar or open the door to the outside, I’m usually able to resist their call.  Kaz has been trying to put the harness on me again.  I keep telling her I’m not interested but she says I’ll like it because once I have it on, I can go outside.  Hmmm … I may just think about that for like a nano-second.

Why the hell do they not go out?  They have been here with me for days … well, Kaz does go out from time to time, no more than once a day, but Sooz hasn’t been out for the last week or so. Did they say it was Pirates?  No … that was someone on FaceBook that Kaz was reading … it’s the Virus. 

The Government has recommended that anyone over 70, or over 60 if they have a chronic illness, stay at home as much as possible. Kaz is stretching that so it includes the front yard and the back yard … although I think it is a bit of a stretch calling the Reserve out the back “our” yard. As well as going out there for some sun and fresh air she is also doing something called “macro photography” where she’s looking at flies and spiders and other insects – including ones that are in the middle of doing what the “birds and bees” do. 

But thank goodness she is photographing something other than me for a change.  It is really hard to keep thinking up different things to do … because I fear if I don’t she will start posing me the way other folk who have been stuck at home with their pets do. Although, come to think of it, it might be an interesting exercise … as long as that darned harness is not involved. Kaz had it out again this morning trying to put it on me … just let’s slip you into something more comfortable … no, no, she didn’t really say that … but she was trying to make out that it wouldn’t hurt me a bit. Well, it wouldn’t but she had better be careful or something might hurt her (yes, and that something could be me). 

She chased me with the tongs this morning … she had them out as a sight gag so she could hand the money to Mark when he finished doing the yard.  I don’t like them … I don’t like them at all – they bite … and it’s one of those horrible gummy bites because they don’t have teeth.  

And speaking of teeth, I managed to get a bit of “leg hound” in this morning.  It’s been a while and I think Kaz was a bit surprised when I pounced, wrapping my legs around her leg and sinking my teeth into her knee. She doesn’t seem to realise it is just me showing her affection – and that she needs to stop talking to Sooz and play with me instead.  It would be so much easier if Kaz could actually do two things at once. I can’t tell you how much time she wastes sitting on the bed … one shoe on, one shoe off, when she gets distracted by something!  

Sooz has been a great comfort to me while Kaz has been stuck at home … she’s doing what she normally does – except for that she’s not going off to Chanting or any of that, but she is still doing meditation and stuff at home. And if she’s not doing that, she’s keeping us entertained and engaged by watching lots of programs like The (Nazi) Hunters [very gory], Freud, and an ABC program called Revelations [just horrible – as in subject matter but Sooz says that Sarah Ferguson has done a great job].  Kaz could do to lift her viewing habits a bit – The Mentalist is all well and good but she could do with something a bit more … challenging.

I can not believe I fell for that again!  What was I thinking?  Well obviously I wasn’t!  Bedtime for Sooz and Kaz and as Kaz did last minute things around the house I made my way into the bedroom and hid.  I can’t say where because I know they read this!  Kaz looked for me but couldn’t find me – she even checked MY room and the lounge and the living room and kitchen but we know I wasn’t there.  And then she did it … she rattled the Cat Cookies Container and I shot out from – ahem – wherever I was to where she and the COOKIES were. I am promising myself that I won’t let Kaz do that to me again … because as I was eating and mid-mouthful Kaz said “night Nigey” and then she was gone … and when I had finished and went up to join them, the bedroom door was … closed. What the? Why don’t they just put a sign with a picture of me and a big cross through it at the door?  That way they wouldn’t have to close it.  I am still trying to work out if they are keeping themselves in or me out.
There was sad news last week … Syl and An’s Miki finally used up the last of her nine lives.  I know because on Saturday they sent packets and packets of cat treats they had for her over to me.  I am trying to like them… really I am … but it’s not happening yet.  Maybe that traitor M could use them for her new … it pains me to say it … cat.  I’m not sure what it’s called (although I have some fairly good names for the both of them – none of which I am allowed to say out loud) but it’s kennel name was/is Molly.  How could M do this to me … why does she want another cat – aren’t I enough for her … she knows she can visit me any time … I’m always available for cat-time and face rubs?  Hmmm … I hope she and “Molly” and Mouse (M’s mother) are happy together.  (Note to self:  next time M is here, do not hold back on the real Nigey!  They don’t call me “leg hound” for nothing.)  
Kaz and Sooz are telling me not to be jealous because M has enough love for me and another cat … and in these uncertain times, it will be nice for she and Mouse to have a little furry at home to spend time with – now that people are being asked to stay at home and to practise social distancing – but that distancing thing doesn’t apply to cats and dogs and porcupines and dolphins and spiders and snakes and other critters … just people.  I’ll do my best, of course, but I’m only … oops, almost wrote “human”.  D’oh. Maybe if I saw photos of Molly I could start to like her.