Nigella …

It’s still hot and that means the fans are on as the Mummies try to stay cool. Me? I’m just hanging around, trying to be cool … on the table, behind the ironing board, under the couch, on the couch pretending I’m a sloth … with all the other sloths … and there are a few of them. They are quite wonderful and I am sure they would be quite friendly if they could talk and I think they might even float which would have been very helpful if the Tsunami had hit the East Coast of Australia the other day. The Mummies were ready for it, in that they were going nowhere near the waterfront until they were absolutely sure the Tsunami Possibility had passed. This is why I’m glad that we live on the other side of the hill!

Nothing much has been happening here at all – except that Mummy Kaz has been head down tail up in her study … studying. I have been being as helpful as any cat can and she seems appreciative … some of the time. Yes, yes, I know I take up a little bit of room on her desk – and there’s not a lot there with the extra monitor and the laptop stand – but we make do. And it obviously helped because she received a very nice “Satisfactory” for the assignment she received back yesterday. Apparently, Satisfactory is the highest mark she can get on an assignment – but she was happy with the comments that came back with it.
Come to think of it, I have been playing with my paper bag – so much so that I need a new one now because it’s more hole than bag now.

Well, if I don’t help Kaz with her studies – who’s going to? Yes, the other Mummy will have a go but sometimes it just takes some feline insight to be able to get a bit of a different perspective on things … and given Kaz is about to start work on the assignment for her Creative Thinking subject, she will need all the help I can give her.

It is so hot!  I keep looking for nice cool places to be – without being directly in front of the fan because we all know that just ruins my hairstyle – and I spend so much time grooming to get it “just right”.  Mummy Kaz is a bit worried about me because I am what she calls “low key” and part of me thinks I have to have her stop thinking like that or before you know it I’ll be popped into my carry cage and she’ll have me off at the V-E-T. (It’s okay … Kaz can’t spell as well as me – although she may be a tad better at grammar!)

Because it’s been a bit hot, the Mummies haven’t been out and about a lot – although I suspect that might have something to do with the surge in CoVid 2019 (has it been around that long!) cases on the Gold Coast at the moment.  It’s good to have them safe at home … it would be even better if Kaz would stop taking photographs of me.  What was that that Aunty M told Mummy Sooz this morning – that I must one of the most-photographed cats around.  That’s probably true – especially as we know that Kaz doesn’t post ALL the photographs she takes of me on the interweb. 

It was fun watching Kaz mowing the lawn yesterday.  I don’t know why she doesn’t take a moment to pull the weeds out of the Colorbond fence though … not that she’s the only one who leaves them there – Norm the yardman was here last week and he didn’t do anything with them either.  Okay Kaz … let’s you and me do it … just put me on the lead and let’s go out and we’ll take them down, take them out (yes, we were watching Independence Day earlier this week) together. 

Did I say that Aunty M was here earlier today?  It was good to see her … and I almost cheered when Kaz gave her the rest of those (double-bagged to seal in the “freshness”) Hoakey Hokey Hoki Fish Cubes to give to Pip the dog (who does eat them – but hopefully doesn’t kiss or lick anyone afterwards … we’ve all heard of dog breath but you’d have to think Fish Cube breath would be so much worse!).

Oh my goodness … what on earth is this? Are they intent on trying to kill me? I knew it was trouble as soon as Kaz opened the packet … of Hoki Fish Cubes. They are supposed to be a treat but let me assure you they are more like torture.  When Kaz gave me the first one to try … I tried to try it but the cubes are so big I couldn’t get my mouth around one to have a go. I licked it but I didn’t much like it.  Kaz should have gotten the message then but … and yes I grant she is well meaning but she is more than a little slow … she persisted and chopped up a couple and put them in my food bowl.  When I say “chopped up” she had the meat cleaver out and was hacking in to those mothers treats and they still weren’t breaking up easily.  And smell!  It was like something had died in the kitchen while she was working on them.  When the other Mummy came out she said something like “I hope you’re going to burn that chopping board and knife because they’re not staying here” before she quickly exited the room (that might have been gagging I heard as she walked – actually ran – to the bedroom). So those fish cubes (better described as die) are now either safely out in the garbage (repelling all comers) or back in their zip lock baggie destined to be handed on to a less-discerning and hopefully completely anosmic dog.  Phew.
That being said it was very nice of Sy and An to think of me and for sending them home with the Mummies to see if I liked them. I absolutely didn’t … and neither did Mimi because Sy and An sent some home for her as well.   I hope she did what I did when they were put in front of her … I scooped them out of my bowl and sent them flying across the room.  That’s a hard “no” Mummies.