Nigella …

Cold?  I’ll say it was cold this morning.  Even when M Kaz came back from the water (and fruit shopping) I had no intention of getting out of the Mummies’ nice warm bed – especially now that the flannelette sheets have made an appearance.  Yes, the weather folk say it’s going to be a mild winter but it seems to have started at least a month earlier than it usually does. 
I wish I could go with M Kaz to the markets today.  She has her heart set on getting an Authentic German Sausage there – she’s been thinking about it ever since Aunty M told them Mouse likes a visit to Bunnings for their sausage sizzle.
And we know it’s cold because M Kaz is sitting out in the sun as she transcribes this for me.  Or she has been – transcribing that is – she’s just fallen asleep out there. I’m keeping a lookout in case any of my friends decides to cuddle up next to her while her eyes are closed.  Yes, yes, the sound of M Kaz’s snoring should be enough to keep them away but we don’t want to take any chances. 

M Kaz, I love you so much some times that I could just burst – and if you could just give me another tin of the Applaws for dinner – no, I don’t really care what flavour it is – you know I love them all – I promise not to burst.  And I will love you even more – maybe enough not to kiss and cuddle your legs much this evening when I come to bed with you – or while we’re sitting watching television with M Sooz – Hard Quiz, The ABC News, QI. The usual.

The rain has started again and I don’t think either of the Mummies are going to let me out there to play in the puddles. Not that there are many puddles now that M Kaz had the lovely plumber Jarrod put the pit in to drain the pool that used to well up on the front path. I’m sure the little-toed friends must miss it. Have ever seen a little-toed breaststroke? Well, none of us will now.

M Sooz is still really tired and by the sound of it she is very sick of drinking lots and lots of water. She does need to, though, and she does it – a little grudgingly sometimes. M Kaz says she just chugged the last of the bottle of water up at Icon today as though it was the first drink she’d had today. It certainly wasn’t. It will be interesting to see how much she wants to drink this evening. Poor M Sooz. But the good news is that because she did drink that last bit of water thus afternoon, she was able to have her treatment so she doesn’t have to have one tacked on the end next week.

It’s not just raining now. The thunder and lightning have started too so I’m just off to under the bed until the storm passes. No, Mummies, there is not enough room under here for all of us. Good try though.

M Sooz often tells people that we cats have an amazing sense of smell and that the authorities would use us for contraband detection at airports if we would actually do that.  Sniffer cats!  Can you imagine? But who wants to go sniffing people’s underwear when they’re just arriving back from holidays and haven’t done their washing for days.  Leave that to the canines of this world I say … because it certainly wouldn’t be me lining up for that experience.  Which is why it was odd the other day when M Kaz was talking about buying some Vaseline to rub under her nose as Clarice Starling (aka the wonderful Jodie Foster) did when she was approaching a deceased somebody’s remains in Silence of the Lambs all those years.ago.  M Sooz laughed because she knows she does smell ‘different’ since she’s been having her Radiation and Chemotherapy treatments and I was wondering if she was going to ask if she could have some too.  And this is when I realised (and remembered) that sometimes it is all about them!  What about me?  It’s not like I can get out into the fresh air and take deep breaths to clean out my tiny cat lungs and olfactory organs.  No.  As long as those Mothers are okay they’re happy.  

Of course, they aren’t happy.  M Sooz is going her best to be brave and act like everything’s okay but the treatments are making her very tired and generally unwell.  She is spending a lot of time in bed and I know she’s not her usual self because she’s now missed two Saturday breakfasts in a row!  Poor her.  I’m doing my best to cheer her up and am spending time on the bed with her during the day and sometimes during the night too.  I’m doing my best to keep M Kaz entertained when I can too and showing her lots of affection by kissing and cuddling her legs – not always easy when she says I’m clawing and biting her.  Doesn’t she know me by now?  Love and affection M Kaz – love and affection!

But life goes on as does the rain at Jannie.  A friend (?) of mine  thumped at the window when M Kaz and I were in the office sorting through photographs last night.  I went to have a look and it turned out to be one of my little-toed friends although not so little. M Kaz wouldn’t let me go out to play like M Sooz did the other day. Mind you I couldn’t find anyone to play with when I charged out the front door when she left it open a moment too long – and no, I don’t really know why M Kaz goes into such a panic while I’m having a romp around the courtyard.  She must have known that I wouldn’t stay out too long since it was raining at the time.  She is a warrior worrier.  See,  nothing really changes – except for the new slippers the Mummies have.  Now they smell nice!

I could not believe what I was hearing – and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my hearing! Aunty Wendy was saying that I should get stuffed, like – as by a taxidermist! What the … she’s supposed to like me – and to add injury to insult, she was saying they should put pivot points in my arms (ahem!) and legs so I could be ‘posed’ in different positions. I didn’t like the sound of that at all. Hmmmm … Uncle Wayne is definitely my favourite sibling of M Kaz’s now. And, yes, M Kaz, we may need to have a talk (a serious talk!) about whether Aunty Wendy is welcome here any mo⁰re. Stuffed … hhrrrmph. And naughty M Kaz for even engaging in the discussion – especially as she wasn’t saying ‘No … I don’t think so’. We may have to think about whether M Kaz is allowed to stay here too!

I do think Aunty Wendy still has love and affection for me though. When she left, she left our bed made and as she texted M Kaz when she sent a photo of me in the bed: ‘I’d told her, I made it special. For her use and mummy 2 when tired’. Okay, okay, I might just let her come back. And no, they aren’t real cats on the bed with me. M Kaz has been playing with that Artificial Intelligence thing again!

M Kaz was very excited in Sunday night when one of her dawn pics was on the ABC Weather.

M Sooz and M Kaz are still going off for those medical appointments. They have scheduled in another regular one now – one morning a week for the next few weeks, M Sooz will have a B12 injection. M Kaz has offered to do it but apparently it has to be done by a nurse or other registered medical professional. A bit boring, I know, but it seems it may be safer that may.

We have had amphibian friends in the front yard again now that it has been raining for a couple of days. I think M Kaz would prefer it if they were thecute green kind – not the brown ones with the very bumpy, rough skin. I don’t care what my friends look or sound like! I’m just happy to have them.