Nigella …

There were fireworks close by last night but they weren’t nearly as exciting as the huge thunderstorm that rolled through almost straightaway afterwards. There was an almighty crack quite early in the storm and Kaz and S were talking about it this morning and it appears a house in Labrador was hit by lightning in the strike. Kaz would know more but she no longer subscribes to the Gold Coast Bulletin so she can’t access their site any more.

But what they have managed to access is a new Christmas Tree which they assembled this afternoon – if you call “assembled” sticking things on a felt board … ahem … Christmas Tree. They’ve also dragged Olaf and the Reindeer out from wherever they’ve been. I can’t believe how good it looks – bright, green, colourful. Mummy sooz seems to love it as much as I do.

The little roadies (aka toads) are still plentiful out in the yard. I wonder if this means we’re in for even more rain. Hopefully it dries out soon because I’d like Kaz to take me outside again.

It was really hard not to laugh this afternoon. Kaz was cleaning out a shelf in the pantry and she was too short to reach up there to wipe it down properly so she pulled out the plastic step that’s been in beside the fridge since I arrived. Listening to Kaz after ”the incident”, she thinks they’ve had it since they lived at Marrickville (well before my time) – some 15 years at least. I hate to be the one to say this but I think Kaz may have been a bit lighter then because when she stood on it (the second time) today, it just died, collapsed, crushed beneath her feet. She was a tad surprised because she was so busy concentrating on her cleaning at the time. She knocked her arm on the way down – and both Sooz and Kaz think it will bruise nicely but … and this is the amazing thing … Kaz stayed on her feet when she dropped to the ground. Good job Mummy!

 

There’s no doubt about it… someone has really  fallen down on the job here. It’s the 3rd of December already and I haven’t seen The Elf On The Shelf make an appearance yet! Yes, yes, I know they (the Mummies) are up to No. 8 in their series of candid Christmas photographs featuring Mummy Sooz … but really, we see her all the time and that poor little Elf is only allowed out in December… and only until the 24th or is that the 25th.  He’s like the Advent(ure) Elf. 

The Mummies are starting to get busier now that Christmas is coming and they keep leaving me at home alone far too much … although come later in the month… even though they think I haven’t been listening … I know someone’s off to see Aunty Rosemary.  I really hope it isn’t me! Seriously, I was only there a minute ago! 

I’m hoping I am going to be one of the lucky four going on the Christmas Lights Canal Cruise next week.  That would be so much fun.  The Mummies have already been out looking at Christmas Lights. They were so late back from Trivia the other night because they went touring the neighbourhood looking for lights – down by the waterfront, over near the school, even as far afield as Main Beach.  Don’t mind me, I told them when they finally made it back, I’m just the cat and it’s not I’d like some company … other than More…eese.  (Did I mention I’m thinking about reinstituting an ArchNemesis… everyone who keeps singing that bl**dy Jingle Bells song, put your antler up … yes, More…eese – you know who you are!)

I am fairly sure there is something out there in the yard but try as I might I can’t see it and Kaz just won’t let me out to have a proper look. At least Kaz mowed yesterday so there is a better chance of seeing “it” – whatever “it” is. There is the slightest possibility that it might be the rain because there has been heaps of that … or it might be those little toadie things that are thriving out there in the wet.
Aunty A came today… carrying all her gear in through the wet. She really does a good job and it’s wonderful seeing the Mummies running around tidying up the house before she gets here.
Oh … oh … and speaking of the Mummies, they went out shopping today and brought home another of those dashed plush toys … and this one sings. They have called him Morris or Maurice (rhymes with something sounding like geese or grease). When I was introducing myself to him, Kaz took a video. And then she had the camera out again this evening when I was trying to sleep in my new (bottom) box.

Well well well … I don’t think I am happy about this at all Mummies. I am not sure whether it’s that it’s for a dog – no don’t try to tell me it’s not – there’s a picture of a dog on it – or that you think I’m such a messy eater that I need a tray to catch my crunchies! While there may be the tiniest teeniest bit of truth about the messyness, can’t we all just look the other way? Especially since with the wet weather we’ve been having, it’s not like the crunchies are crunchies at all – more like insipid little chewies. Yuck. Is it any wonder they end up on the floor?
And yes, it has been very rainy here … so much so that I have only managed to get outside once … on the lead … but I did manage to escape one other time, at night, while it was raining … which didn’t make Kaz happy at all! I wasn’t happy when she pinned me to the ground either … but I do understand that she gets worried that I am going to get away from her, maybe even over the fence.

Did she bring me the new green box especially so she could take a photograph of me in it and then say “See Nigey’s bottom does look big in this!”. I wouldn’t do anything like that to her … but she seems to revel in seeing my bottom.