Nigella …

What’s that Mummy Sooz? You’re hacking up a furball. It sounded like it was hard work – and that you had a few of them, which is funny because l’ve never seen you really grooming yourself with your tongue – except when you’re pretending to be me. But maybe that’s enough. It was good that the other Mummy reached you with the bucket in time – and why wouldn’t I come in to check on you!?

Was it my care, concern and compassion that led Kaz to get me a new little something for my toybox during the week? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful but maybe I could have tried harder! That way I might have gotten a billiard table like (my ArchNemesis) Mimi rather than a cardboard plane! Mind you, I’m not quite sure where we could fit a billiard table here – unless it was on the back deck but that wouldn’t work because they still haven’t had it enclosed – and no I don’t care how much the new hot water system cost Kaz, it’s not something I use – and if the deck isn’t enclosed, we all know I’m not allowed out there!

You call me Naughty Nigey for a reason Mummy Sooz! Did you forget that as you were opening the front door this morning and I bounded past you and out into the yard?!

Yes, yes I finally did it – I managed to get outside again. Kaz was still coming in from the car – and she tells me she couldn’t quite work out what was happening when she saw a brown and white blur (that was me!!) streak across the courtyard area. She ignored Sooz’s initial plea to scoop me up as she was too busy getting her phone out so she could take a photo of my “adventure”. By that stage, I was on my way under the bench so Kaz wouldn’t be able to reach me (it works with the bed!) … but the call of the sun was too much and that’s where I let Kaz catch me … and carry me back inside.

I won’t be so easy to catch next time Mummies!

… what’s everyone else doing today?

Well, it’s hard to keep up to date with the blog while I’m traumatised!

That dashed red and wire cage came out of its hiding place on Tuesday afternoon and Sooz scooped me up and threw me in to it – despite my vociferous and dramatic protestations – and then slammed the lid shut. What the? Then Kaz threw a towel over me and the cage -and luckily didn’t say “Ta da” or “Abracadabra” or anything stupid like that because OMG I could have disappeared. What happened was much worse though … she took me to the vet! And do you know what they do at the vet? They take your temperature! And not in a nice way! Then they cut my fingers off (well, trimmed my claws) … and forced tablets down my throat. And if that wasn’t bad enough they put me on the scales (5.25kg) and wouldn’t let play on the cat tower in the room where they were keeping me prisoner! Yes, yes, I know I’m being a teensy little dramatic but it wasn’t a very nice experience at all. I’d like to see someone take Kaz to the vet and see how she likes it when they shove a thermometer you know where! And if that wasn’t bad enough, while we were waiting to see the V-E-T (yes, I can spell Kaz) there was a girl there who said hello to me – and put her fingers in my cage and I could tell by the look of horror on Kaz’s face that she thought I was going to bite her! Of course I didn’t … because I’m a good girl I am. But I will admit it was nice to get home and resume normal activities!