Nigella …

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.

You have to feel sorry for Sooz – she’s been barking like a dog all week! It’s some kind of lurgy that’s laid her low since last Sunday: she Was so crook then she didn’t ever go to Reiki practice and she hasn’t really been much better since.. She even confined herself to the bedroom while Kaz’s brother was here at the start of last Week – although she did manage to go out to Trivia with them.
We must have truly magical powers! He made all the rubbish in Kaz’s office disappear – and most of it has been hanging around since I got here mid-last year! It also meant that I was locked out of that room. I don’t care what they say,  I would not have put a hole into the blow-up bed with my claws (or teeth) … I’m much more careful than that.
And speaking of Wa, for someone who professes not to like cats, he’s not that bad.  He didn’t squirt me with the water bottle this time but he did pretend he was going to. But I really was on my very best behaviour. I only climbed up the screen door a couple of times, and I didn’t even really try to escape out the front door – but I would have if he’d been here one day longer! I had him believing I wouldn’t try to make a break for it – which of course is how I escaped under Kaz’s watch a couple of weeks back. She was pretty quick to catch me and now she’s talking about that darned harness again.

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I really don’t understand why Kaz keeps moving those plastic boxes back and forth in my bedroom.  She tells Sooz it’s so she can organise in there and certainly it has changed in the last week or so. The bookshelves are gone … and there’s a desk – and the desk is covered with furry animals of varying sizes – including my big bear – and more of those plastic boxes!  There’s enough room on the couch (which is now under the window) that I can stretch right out – on my back!  Bliss!  And that’s not even taking into account the metal shelves that have moved back into the office which I have been sleeping on too.  There’s nothing like clear surfaces – and there are more now than ever!

Okay, I don’t care what anyone says, I’m going back to bed. Kaz can call me and whistle and click her fingers as much as she likes but I am quite comfortable here. We’ll play stringy thing when I want to! Yes you heard me, she whistles me as if I’m some type of dog! The cheek … the indignity … the oh so many opportunities to thwart her trying to exercise her will over me. Doesn’t she realise who’s the boss around here? Well, actually we all know it’s Sooz but that’s besides the point. I am #2 or should that be #1 like in Star Trek where the second in command is called #1 … and no I don’t need to be reminded that #1 is a dog in the new Picard series. It would have been more believable if it was a cat … the only saving grace is that the dog can’t act (or maybe it’s “won’t”) and they’ve had to rework scenes to account for that. Heh heh … I can just see it … Captain Jean-Luc Picard, now 90 (his age – he hasn’t slipped in rank that much!), calling for his tea (Earl Grey … Decaf – really he did, he put that in as a joke) and his faithful companion … me! I wouldn’t go when he called me either! I like sleeping way too much.
Kaz and Sooz sometimes play “Where’s Nigey” with me on the bed where they cover me up with the sheets and then say “Where’s Nigey” and then they pull the sheets back so they can see me and say “There’s Nigey” then we all do it again a few thousand more times. We hadn’t played it this week so I decided to start them off by climbing under the table cloth … they were a bit surprised but they got the hang of it pretty quickly. They’re good like that!