Nigella …

I really don’t know why they think I’m naughty … anyone can see that I am a nice cat. Ask Aunty M … she will tell you.  She must believe it … because she keeps getting me toys.  She came around with the Pounce Frolicat on Saturday afternoon.  It runs on batteries – and she was good enough to bring batteries with her.  It has three or four settings – I’m not sure because I haven’t worked out exactly how to make it go yet – unfortunately I have to wait for Sooz or Kaz to get Pounce out of the cupboard and put him on the floor where I can reach him.  He’s good fun PLUS he came in an amazing box which is great fun too!

Otherwise life has been pretty normal around here … I am making good friends with the new blinds although Kaz doesn’t want me to get too friendly with them … I think she thinks I will hurt them by mistake.  She’s taken to putting them all the way up at night now.  I don’t really know why she would think I would be naughty like that!  Except that she’s seen me playing with them.  But we all need to remember er (yes, you especially Kaz) that there’s a huge difference between playing and DESTROYING!

I haven’t been spending much time in Tibet of late … only because I have been too busy hanging out on my tower.  I love it again now that it has been moved to the window.  I can look out and watch the birds, and people coming and going … and keep an eye out for any snakes!  It will be good when those geraniums get here.

She has had that dashed camera out again!  So of course I have to keep coming up with things/poses/situations for her to photograph otherwise it would get really boring here … you know what I mean – here’s a photo of me sleeping, here’s another photo of me sleeping … and look … another photo of me sleeping! 

So I have to pretend to be interested in whatever Kaz brings into the house, whatever piece of clothing Sooz or Kaz puts downs (anywhere!) … just whatever. 

I sometimes think it would be good if there was another cat around here to take some of the pressure off me. I would be happy to make room for it … really.  But in the meantime, I work with what I have.  I had Graham out last night but Kaz didn’t seen to realise what was happening – that I was actually pulling his tail to make him run across the floor – not an easy thing to do if you have to do it with just paws and teeth. Sheesh … give me strength!

The least they could do would be to put on some limbo music for me as I try to shimmy under their bed.  I must be getting taller because it is getting much harder to get under there … which is a shame because I really do love it … dust bunnies and all Kaz!And what was it that Kaz was doing on the floor beside the bed the other night?  Oh I know, she was looking for me … she gets so neurotic (is that a word?) when she hasn’t seen me for a while – especially in the evenings because she thinks – and quite rightly – that I am intending to put myself under the bed so it’s impossible to carry me out when they are getting ready to go to sleep for the night.  But I wasn’t there this time and I didn’t mind having a chuckle to myself as I sat down next to Kaz on the floor.  She’d probably still be looking for me under there if Sooz hadn’t ratted me out and spoiled the game. 

I am a bit glad Kaz does get “neurotic” though … two nights after I did what she and Sooz are now calling the “disappearing act” – I’d done it again the next night but I was under the bed that time – they couldn’t find me again and I wasn’t in any of my usual hiding spots (I do have a few).  Luckily Kaz was at the table in the living area because it was only because she was there that she heard me in the kitchen.  She initially thought I was trying to get into a cupboard – but I was actually trying to get out of one!  I blame her of course.  She’s the one that’s been rearranging the cupboards in the kitchen – which means there is now room for me to sit on the bottom shelf of the pantry cupboard. I reckon I was locked in there for over half an hour by the time Kaz rescued me.  They’ll have to be careful they don’t lock me in there again … I might not be able to attract their attention next time … and we can’t have the neurotic one worrying overtime.

They are good to me though although it would be nice if Kaz would stop taking so many photos of me.  I breathe … she’s there, I lie down … she’s there, I go to go to find my tray … she’s there … but IT IS NOT.  What the?  Why would they do that to me?  My litter tray has been in the same place in the laundry since I came here … it’s always there when I need it … or it used to be.  There is another pretender tray where my real one used to be but Kaz says it’s for emergencies only and she would prefer I remember where she’s put the real tray – in her bathroom. I guess they think it will be better there … and one day hopefully they will tell me why.