Nigella …

I can see! I can see! Or should that be: I can see clearly now. The Elizabethan Collar is off and the stitches have been removed – none of them by me! Who had a chance the way Kaz and Sooz kept watching me all the time? But it is so good to have that “cone of shame” (as Sooz kept calling it) off. Kaz wanted to call it the “cone of silence” but the way I kept bumping into things with it on, that truly would have been a misnomer. And, even better, normal activities have resumed – which means the stringy-thing has been removed from its hiding place and we’re having great games with it again! We aren’t playing with it loudly while Sooz is asleep though … that would be bad! l’m already in trouble for playing with cables (it doesn’t seem to matter when!) and they have taken to locking me out of the bedroom at night. I’m not allowed in the office at all – and the toilet is verboten – which I gather means I can’t go in there either. Geez – you chew up four rolls of toilet paper just that one time …!

Kaz went off to see a cat riding a skateboard the other day … I hope it hasn’t given her any ideas because surely they know by now that I’m the one who’s been training them! Aunty Mejrem had her photograph taken with the ”Cat Whispering man”. Hmmm.

I’m sometimes not sure whether to believe Kaz or not. Let’s take you into the laundry – it’ll be fun she said – just before she locked me in there for the better part of an hour while they had a visitor. Ok, so I now know that was Aiden the plumber and they wanted me safe as he went in and out of the house – but they could have mentioned that beforehand. I would have understood!

I’m not sure about the carnivores thing. Kaz and Sooz had vegetable soup for dinner and Kaz wouldn’t give me any because she said that as a carnivore I should only be eating … Carnie folk – people who work at carnivals or circuses or sideshows – but definitely not their descendants. I’m fairly sure that’s self-preservation on Kaz’s part though so she doesn’t become part of my food chain – her grandfather on her Dad’s side was a Carnie … a Wild West trick rider – and he also had a dancing chicken show. I could be wrong but something tells me the sachets and tins they’ve been giving me aren’t “Carnie in a can”.

I managed to get the collar off for a while today – and spent all the time it was gone just licking and licking and licking and licking – a girl’s got to groom what a girl’s got to groom. I think I blew it when I started licking near my stitches because lickity-split Kaz had me back up on the bed and was strapping me back into that collar. (I’ll be sure to remind her of that at 6 o’clock in the morning!)

l’m enjoying the washing basket and doing stretching out in it in the sun – well, not exactly, but in front of the window in the bedroom in the sun.

Otherwise l’m okay – except for the plastic cone on my head (still) and that they’ve hidden my stringy things. I heard Sooz say she had hidden one of them so I wouldn’t be tempted, but I think she was actually talking about Kaz because she loves doing stringy thing with me.

I just wish they’d both get up a bit earlier. I can usually get Kaz to get up by playing with the things on her bedside table – and despite what she says, I’m sure nothing bad would happen if I bit through one of those cables.

And … nooooo … I have fleas!! It’s Kaz’s fault for taking me to the Vet because I didn’t have them before I went! Sooz found one on me yesterday and killed it … just as well too because with me being a cone-head and all, there’s no way I could have gotten to it! There’s talk of flea treatment … not sure what that entails but hopefully it won’t mean another visit to the Vet because no good seems to come from my going there!