Nigella …

Here fishy … fishy … fishy.  Now where on earth is that fish? It’s play time.
“Well don’t look at me” Kaz said.  “I haven’t seen it.  And no, I didn’t hide it either.”
Well that’s confusing because I know I didn’t hide it.  The last I saw it I had left it on top of the paper bag Aunty M brought it in … that was earlier this morning, and I haven’t seen it since.  So if I didn’t move it and Kaz didn’t move it, that leaves only one possibility … and I would just love to know how my Archnemesis Mimi snuck in here and took it.  That’s so mean because we all know she has her own fishes her mother has found for her.

Update: Oops. I owe Ms Mimi an apology. (Sorry Mimi.)  It seems that the culprit wasn’t Mimi … it was Sooz. Grrr. She apparently, and this is a second-hand report, aka “hearsay” from Liar Liar Kaz, was concerned that the (smelly, smelly) fish might get itself lost, crushed underfoot or suffer some other undesirable fate and it was best to dispose of it before it became an issue – “health hazard” may have been the term Sooz used! So I’m not sure where it ended up but l’m thinking “rubbish bin” – and I’m going to have to work out a way to ask Aunty M to bring me another without my Mummies knowing. They’ll find out soon enough!

Here fishy … fishy … fishy. 

Aunty M came today to watch television with Sooz and Kaz and she brought me a … FISH!  It’s not a pretend fish.  No … it’s a real fish.  It looks like a fish. It smells like a fish. But all the fight has gone out of it. It just sits there … lies there really.  It is lovely though … and I’m looking forward to leaving it in different places so Kaz has the pleasure of finding it too.  Hopefully she knows to look for it otherwise it could be a bit awkward … you know she doesn’t like losing any type of game … especially hide and seek. Kaz took me out into the yard today.  It was a lovely out there … although I am worried that the grass is getting a bit long.  It reaches almost up to my knees … heh heh … until just then I didn’t realise that I even have knees.  But it’s nice when we go out … Kaz has started taking our camping chair out there with us so she can sit in the sun (she says she can feel her doing it good) while I walk or run up and down the yard. 

Hmmm … I wonder if we could play out there … or just inside … here fishy … fishy … fishy …

I can’t believe how unreliable and what a liar Kaz is. Is that harsh? Perhaps but … Thursday she said she would take me outside … she didn’t. Friday she said she’d take me out … she did not. Same thing Saturday. I’m really wondering now if I can trust her. Yes, yes, of course she had her reasons – but if she was being truthful she would call them “excuses”. What does it matter if it’s raining outside (well, cloudy) or if she’s planning to go out somewhere “soon” or … whatever it is. She’s told me that I can go outside as long as that 4H (hot, horrible, hairy harness) is on – and I’ve been doing my part, I really have – regardless of what they say. And, no, I have no intention of just stepping into that 4H each time … Kaz has to work for it too.

But we did go out for a short while this morning – not long after they came back from breakfast down at the Broadwater. She popped the harness on me almost as soon as they returned and out we went. It was a lovely sunny day and I had a wander back and forth up and down the yard, rolled around on the concrete path, ate a little grass, smelled a geranium or two, and then asked to be let back in. Hopefully next time she’ll give me a bit more warning before she insists we go out … so a girl has time to do what a girl needs to do. Hmmm.

I managed to sneak back into the bedroom the other night – just as Kaz was about to go in there for the night. I raced her up the hallway and dove under the bed before she could get in the room and close the door with me on the wrong side of it. I managed to stay under the bed and out of their clutches for nearly an hour and a half – best effort ever! I have to give it to Sooz – she managed to stay awake until I slithered out from under there (they really do need a higher bed!) while Kaz slept peacefully – I know this as I was sitting on her bedside table watching her just before Sooz scooped me up and popped me out!

OMG … OMG… I almost forgot … they have bought me a new toy! They are keeping it in the laundry – it’s quite big and it needs to be hooked up to the water. It’s my very own washing machine – and I love it. I sit on it and because it has a glass lid, I can watch it fill up with water and then wash their clothes. Or I would if Kaz let me stay in there with it … but no, they think I’ll turn it off while I’m walking on it. I wouldn’t … I like watching it go round too much.
Nooo … Kaz is talking about the possibility of them going into lockdown again. I hope she’s wrong but she says that all of NSW is now in lockdown and given how non-compliant folk are, it’s only a matter of time before they need to take more precautions here.

What have they done to me? Bad enough that Kaz and Sooz ganged up on me to get me into the cage this morning … and then Kaz took me to the V-E-T. I really had enough of them last time. You know, I’m still sporting that bald patch on my neck from where they shaved me for the blood test!  And it wasn’t that much better today. Did someone say indignity?  I’m not sure why they think it’s okay to take someone’s temperature like that … because it is not – and how could that even work!

But the good news is that I’m okay but now I can’t help but wonder what indignities they showered on Sooz when she went to the doctor yesterday. She was a worried about going and having bits of her chopped off! Apparently that’s what dermo’s do.

I think it’s harder for humans – not just my humans – all of them! They have prior knowledge of their appointments so they have time to angst over them … with us – we know nothing until they scoop us up, force us and our 27 arms and legs into our carry cage, put us in the car and off we go – not sure if we’re destined to go on holiday at Aunty Rosemary’s or something else completely – like the V-E-T. It’s okay Mummies, I can spell!

I was a bit low-key after the visit – and I’m blaming that on the vaccination, and the worming, flea and tick treatment. What a bizarre thing. That they shoot you full of dead cells/organisms, so your body can fight them and you build up an “immunity” so if the live thing ever comes after you, your body recognises it and has the right “tools” to kick it to the kerb! While that’s marvellous, I would have preferred not to be sick at all. Not that I’m complaining though, because that’s nothing compared to what poor Oliver endured yesterday … as far as I could make out from the Mummies, it was something about a radical haircut – a “snip” I think his mother called it – but she wasn’t smiling when she said it.