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Quick … while that pesky collar is off …

Posted on 24/06/2019 by kazbah33pics

Trouble in Paradise …

Posted on 24/06/201924/06/2019 by kazbah33pics

I’m fairly sure they’ve been drugging me. It’s not a nice process. First Kaz makes me eat something (that’s not too bad), then lures me into the bedroom (usually with a stringy thing) then scoops me up off the floor, grabs the back of my neck and then there’s Sooz with stuff she squirts into my mouth. I don’t remember much after that usually except Sooz saying: Go to sleep Nig…

Otherwise l’m okay – except for the plastic cone on my head (still) and that they’ve hidden my stringy things. I heard Sooz say she had hidden one of them so I wouldn’t be tempted, but I think she was actually talking about Kaz because she loves doing stringy thing with me.

I just wish they’d both get up a bit earlier. I can usually get Kaz to get up by playing with the things on her bedside table – and despite what she says, I’m sure nothing bad would happen if I bit through one of those cables.

And … nooooo … I have fleas!! It’s Kaz’s fault for taking me to the Vet because I didn’t have them before I went! Sooz found one on me yesterday and killed it … just as well too because with me being a cone-head and all, there’s no way I could have gotten to it! There’s talk of flea treatment … not sure what that entails but hopefully it won’t mean another visit to the Vet because no good seems to come from my going there!

Ouch … (I think)

Posted on 20/06/2019 by kazbah33pics

OMGoodness – what were Kaz and Sooz thinking? Who needs to be up and dressed and out of the house by 6:30am – it’s just not normal! And what was all that at the Vets… sure they were nice enough but I’m fairly sure they did something to me while I was there. If I could get this plastic cone off my head – and keep it off – I could have a proper look. I’m fairly sure they shaved my tummy and there are bits of plastic sewn into there as well. I’m not allowed to play with those… I know that for sure because Kaz and Sooz keep telling me not to. They get quite excited about it too. And about my running around the house – not easy with the cone on. Eating in it isn’t easy either. At least I can still sleep – except when I’m rampaging around at 3 in the morning (“No Nigella No”) and Sooz is trying to get that cone back on. Does she not realise how much effort it takes to get that thing off?