Nigella …

Finally they came to pick me up from boarding school. The only positive thing was, as boarding schools go, it was pretty good. I liked Michelle who looked after me too and that just wasn’t because she smelled like tuna – although she did on the day the Mummies came to take me home. It was good to be home too – it didn’t look as though very much had happened while I was away. My stuff was all where I’d left it- which is always a relief. I don’t want to have to go looking for things because heavens only knows where M Kaz would have put anything. Bad enough I have to watch her going around and searching when she’s put something in a “safe place” (never to be found again, it seems) without me having to as well – because we all know I can’t actually open doors or drawers to look inside them – which is what M Kaz seems to do a lot of when she’s looking for something. The latest thing was a sim card but that story will have to wait until another time – which is what she’ll have to do because she hasn’t found it yet.

I don’t think I’ve been talking overly much since I came home and certainly not as much as Mimi did. I know I did chat a bit in the car as we drove home from the boarding school but that’s just so I could tell them everything that’s happened to me since I’d seen them last.

The Mummies were looking for me the other day but they could not see me even though I was less than a metre away from them. I was sitting on my cat tower, near the window, where M Kaz had placed it so I would be able to look out of the window.  I was just sitting there, listening to them wonder where I was – was I under the bed, was I on the ironing board, was I in the bed that Uncle Wayne and I share … or the one they didn’t even mention – sitting there right in front of them?

 It is a little bit colder at Jannie at the moment so I am spending my days luxuriating in the sun Outback during the day or sleeping on the couch or in with the Mummies at night.

The Mummies have just started Season 5 of Midsomer Murders.  It’s interesting listening to them as they talk about whether they remember what’s in each episode.  It would be interesting to know why they seem to remember some better than others – because they really do. 

This will be my last entry for this week because the Mummies (as I realised this morning) are putting me in to Boarding School.  The carrier cage is in the living room and I suspect that at any moment M Kaz will come to scoop me up and take …

“I think we’ve trained her” – that’s what M Kaz told M Sooz – and I will let them believe it for a little while – until they put that spray bottle away and don’t approach it when I approach the television. Can you imagine that? That they would have the nerve to think they could train me! It’s nice for them to have a dream, I suppose.

I think M Kaz has finally remembered that she hasn’t finished putting the rest of the shelves together yet. I saw her looking at them today when she was opening the blind and the sliding windows so I could look out while they were off having breakfast with their mates this morning.

M Kaz had a big talk with Uncle Wayne on the phone this afternoon. He’s still off building fences but not as many or as much as he’d like because they don’t do it from Friday lunchtime to Monday morning. He is enjoying it though and was saying that now that he’s moving around and doing things again, he’s dropped a couple of kilos – he seemed happy about that.

The Mummies were watching Midsomer Murders again this evening – two episodes. I don’t think it’s going to end any time soon – especially if they get to the end of season 24 and start all over again. They’re up to season 3 on the second time around now. The only time they’re not watching Midsomer Murders is when Aunty M is over – they’ve started watching a series called Obituary with her. We’ve seen one episode so far.

I slept on the end of M Kaz’s bed last night and it was great except for her teeth chattering. It was pretty annoying but she’d probably say it was my fault because I was on her blanket and she didn’t want to disturb me by moving me off it. More like she was worried I was going to lash out at her if she’d disturbed me. It may have happened once or twice before but there’s nothing to say it would happen again. Come to think of it, it may be time for me to go to the nail salon again. There’s always something to do, isn’t there?

Aunty M and her mother (Mouse) came to visit me yesterday evening. They needed M Kaz to help them with a little job – accessing and withessing a form so Mouse’s doctor can mention her in a medical paper she is publishing. I think Aunty M’s mother’s nose gets a mention.

I have heard about it but I never thought it would happen here. Tonight as she was giving me a can of tuna, M Kaz covered my bowl with cling wrap first. It has to do with keeping the bowl cleaner – for the Mummies, not to ensure I am eating off the cleanest surface possible. Hmm. Well it was different but we’ll only know if it’s a keeper when M Kaz cleans the bowl. Fingers crossed it works because l’m fairly sure the Mummies heard about it from Uncle Wayne while he was here, so he’ll probably think it’s a good idea while he’s here and taking care of me while the Mummies are off in search of European cats.

But even though they’ll be off and about, I’m not worried. I’ll have Uncle Wayne and all the rest of my friends here -some of then I’d forgotten a little – like the big blue rubber band who I had to dinner with me tonight.