Just when they thought they knew all my spots … I used to fit all the way into this when we first got it but at least M Kaz can’t comment on how big my bottom looks! We know she does … and maybe she shouldn’t … has she not heard of a mirror, or that Nigeys have feelings too?!?
It’s a Rat. It’s a Rat. And it was hard to contain my excitement … until M Kaz assured me that it’s not that type of rat … and it’s definitely not for cats. It’s for the Mummies (or anyone they know who can’t find one) … should they ever need it. On the box it says Rapid Antigen Test and M Kaz brought it back from the chemist this morning … because they had them and she thought it would be a good idea to put it in a cupboard “for Ron”. I’m not sure who this Ron is but I have heard him mentioned once or twice before.
It has been raining again here so M Kaz hasn’t been out to finish mowing the yard or using the whipper-snipper, which means she hasn’t taken me out there either. I enjoy looking out the window, seeing if I can see the snake from the next-doors, but I haven’t yet. I’ve seen some lizards, and a frog, and lots of birds, but no snakes. Yet. I keep looking though.
I have found a new sleeping place … they’re calling it my new hiding spot … but I don’t go there to hide … I go there to sleep because it’s so very comfortable and cosy.
That Mother could have picked a better day to take me to the V-E-T. It was raining when she carried me out to Ravi. And not just a gentle calming rain … this was bucketing down. And did she have a cover for the cage? Well avtually she did – but that’s not the point.
The V-E-Ts was filled with short mouth-breathers with no tails and snubbed in noses – and that’s just the humans. No that’s not entirely true but the only one I had any time for was Freddie the Vet I saw. He was lovely, he gave me a hug as I shivered on the cat scale (5.7) and called me a tiger – which means something coming from someone with the surname of Lam – and if it happens before they pin you down to trim your nails. No-one needs to be called a tiger – grrrrr, or a spitfire – while they’re having their nails done. Hmmmm … maybe that’s why M Kaz has someone else do it.
This is what I think of The City of Love this afternoon!
Nigella ... 