Nigella …

It’s been a good week – and not just because I’ve been able to start biting and clawing Kaz again. Not all the time of course, that would be wrong. But a cat’s got to do what a cat’s got to do!

Luckily they haven’t put the ironing board away yet because it’s my new favourite place – if you don’t count my spot near the toaster – or the kettle that is. They still haven’t worked out what I’m watching over there … and I’m not going to tell them … yet.

Kaz is still liking her new battery-operated mower and lawn trimmer and she was out there again on Monday afternoon. I supervised from the bedroom window while she was doing the backyard – which she now calls Area C. I tried to watch while she tended to Area B and that was possible out of the cat tower window – but it was impossible to watch her in Area A which is out the front – near the road – and we all know I’m not allowed out there – except when they’ve got me locked in that red and wire cage thingey and are taking me somewhere … oh wait, I don’t even get to see it then because Kaz always has a cover over the cage thingey – like the hood they put on you in the movies… that rarely ever ends well!

Aunty M finally came to see me yesterday… and had a little play with me and Red (one of my dinosaurs) who she sat looking out the window (so he could watch the mowing too? I’ll have to let Red know it’s not that interesting). But it was good to see Aunty M and hear about my ArchNemesis and what she’s been up to. Lizards and cockroaches were mentioned but it doesn’t sound like Mimi’s pulled her escaping over to the neighbour’s yard again – which probably has a lot to do with her having lost her “free roam” privileges. The way I hear it, Mimi has to have a lead on ALL THE TIME while she’s outside now. Even I don’t have to do that … or I didn’t today while I zoomed outside while Kaz was wrestling with the screen door and some loose (as in out of the bag) groceries. I slipped past her so quickly she had no chance to do that little “keep Nigery inside” dance. So I rolled around on the nicely-warmed concrete – very toasty – and tried not to remember I was on the path, on my back, where Kaz and Sooz are still finding bits of (safety?) glass after the electrician dropped the old oven on the way out – weeks ago now. Definitely the gift that keeps on giving!

I cannot believe they did that!  On Friday morning Kaz bundled me into my cat cage and took me on a huge car ride and then dumped me at this place with a woman who had green hair!  Green hair!  And almost no eyebrows.  I didn’t know what to make of it … especially as there were lots of other cats there who seemed to be in the same boat- except there were no boats – there were cages! Yes, I had my own cage and it was nice enough and the company was good … but what were they thinking?  Yes, I know they went away for the weekend but I always stay home when they go away and Aunty M comes to see me and play with me and give me food and give me face rubs and clean out my tray and … more face rubs and she plays with me with the stringy thing! 
I am still trying to work out why they changed our routine but I am sure they have their reasons – even if it was just a whim.  Kaz has them sometimes.  Not many people know she can be … whimsical. 

We were all getting on fine before that … all doing our usual thing … you know how it is!  But the good thing is they usually bring me something back when they’ve been away.

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Actually Kaz is always buying us toys – I know she often buys stuff for her and then she lets me share it. The Lion was one of those – or so I thought – but Kaz is now saying that’s not the case – and I think that’s because l’ve been throwing him off Ollie Tedesco – but only because he keeps asking for it me to.

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.

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.

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!