Nigella …

M Kaz took me to the VET this afternoon and we were both incredibly surprised about a couple of things when we got there. No – not the dog the size of a small horse or Peaches the very playful and exuberant not-puppy (8 years old) who was a tad early for her appointment. No – what caught us off guard was that I am now over 6kg (just a smidge) and – good grief – there’s a note on my file … not just any old note … no – it’s a CAUTION! We’re not sure the VET was meant to tell us that – but that particular cat fact (!?!) is out of the bag now and there will be no stuffing it back in. I’d like to say I was on my best behaviour this visit – like I am every other visit – and I think I was – M Kaz does too – but obviously the truth doesn’t always matter in the official reports. One vaccination, one nail trim later, a heart murmur check (no change), teeths inspected (all okay) and M Kaz and I were good to go. We all know M Kaz will now go through her notes and see if I had been problematic at the Vets … well, this Vet… we know they called me ‘the Spitfire’ at that other Vet – not my fault/doing – or was it? There will be no admissions of guilt from this quarter.

I’m willing to bet Mimi has never had this kind of suggestion/slur/accusation levelled at her. And if it were, I know her Mummy (aka Aunty M) would have defended her just as stridently as M Kaz did me.

M Kaz doesn’t whistle me often but when she does I do what I did this morning – ignore her and say “screw you” under my breath. Yes, yes, I know – as M Sooz says it’s hard to believe that such a pretty cat (that’s me… that’s me) can be so rude. Why was M Kaz whistling for me? Well, that’s really a two-part question. Why was she whistling for me like I’m a dog – or someone she’s looking for in a shop? Can you believe people (read: M Kaz) do that? The other part of it – why was she whistling for me to come from where I was resting comfortably in my bed in my room – to be there with those Mummies in their room. Apparently it was so I could be part of the family unit. What on earth has gotten into M Kaz? I know I’m usually in her spot in the bed when she gets back from the water (and her sunrise photographs) with M Sooz’s coffee – but not this morning. It may have had a lot to do with the overhead fan being on in there with them! There’s no way I’m being there for that … and, yes, this means the warmer weather has come to Jannie. I’m thinking the air conditioner is going to be on a lot more now. Thank goodness for fur coats.

Otherwise it’s same old-same old here at Jannie. The days come, the days go. M Kaz spends an inordinate amount of time looking for things she’s put in a “safe place” and she says (again and again) that she’ll have to start decluttering again. See – same old-same old. I keep looking outside for signs of my friends returning for spring but, except for the dinosaur Gecko the other night, no-one’s come. [Sigh.]

M Kaz was laughing and laughing while she was watching her device today. She was going through old files – photographs and videos -and lots of them! There were loads of me and loads of M Sooz- but not so many of M Kaz. Hmmm. I wonder why that is. Maybe it’s because if there were photos of her, M Kaz would have a camera in front of her … or at least on her person somewhere. She even found one of me with my head (and part of me) down a toilet, and another where I’m on top of a cake.

M Sooz and M Kaz went out to breakfast this morning and left me at home alone to play with Aunty Anja when she came. Okay, we all know I just stayed on the bed and let her work around me.

M Kaz put a photo on FaceBook of a gecko who was visiting us last night. She was taken with all the tiny, tiny suckers (is that the right word?) on its feet. Did I say there were a lot of them? I didn’t see it at the time, just when she posted but it was here again tonight, which is when I said hello. M Sooz was worried I would want to go out to play with them, but I didn’t – because I know the rules and that there’s no easy way to get out there … with those Mummies watching anyway – because they know I am very much an opportunist.

Now that Aunty Wendy and Uncle Wayne have gone back to Toowoomba and there’s easy access to all my sleeping spaces (and that the air conditioner in the Mummies’ bedroom has been turned off) I slept in with them last night.  Did I mention it has been incredibly warm here at Jannie? The temperature during the day yesterday was around 30° – which meant M Sooz had the overhead fan on – and the air conditioner. She’s always felt the heat but since she’s been having her treatments, it’s like they’ve broken her thermostat.

Did I say something the other day about there being no photos of me? Since then M Kaz has been busy with her camera and her phone taking photo after photo after photo of me. Who can blame her – I’m that photogenic?

Aunty Wendy and Uncle Wayne were here for the weekend. It was great to have them here but they really have to think about me a little bit more – specifically where I’m going to sleep since Wayne is using “my” bedroom and Aunty Wendy keeps locking me out of the office where she is sleeping.

Aunty Wendy is still in a lot of pain because she hasn’t been able to have her hip operation. She does have her rolley thing though and when she’s on that, she can move very quickly – but we’d all feel better if the brakes were a bit more reliable! Uncle Wayne did have a go at fixing them when they were all at the Broadwater this morning and she just needs a bit of an incline to really test it to see if they are working.

Before M Sooz came out to have breakfast with them all this morning, M Kaz, Aunty Wendy and Uncle Wayne were doing what M Sooz and I call “tech talk”. They were trying to hook Aunty Wendy’s keyboard to her tablet by Bluetooth and once they had that working, it was time to get the monitors working. Jobs done it was time for breakfast. M Kaz would still be in the kitchen doing “a little bit more” on the toast had the others not noticed that she had no idea how to use the timer function on the toaster. Who knew you could set the toaster to do that? M Kaz knows now and she says it’s going to revolutionise her life. (I still think she does not get out enough!)

I know M Kaz was sad when they left because she re-watched the final episodes of “Ghosts” (UK) and of Resident Alien. There may have been tears • but you didn’t hear it from me.