I opened my eyes to Tiger Tim sitting on my pillow,
watching me. Ziva, on the other hand, drove me completely bananas this morning!
She would simply not shut up, kept meowing on and on and on ... she’d go sit by
the door, so I let her out. She’d tinkle her bell a bit then cry to be let back
in! This continued the entire morning, non-stop! With her sitting by the mallet
half the time – I kept getting ideas how to quiet my morning! Very tempting! As
I left, she shot out as well – Tiger Tim nearly got out, too! So I left her
rolling around the newly weeded patch of dirt. I guess she’s trying to get the
collar off – wonder what I’ll find when I get home?
For one thing, today is the first day the Mip Mips are
left on their own. No Shadow, no Ziva, no fur-granny. They have kibbles and
water, and all are eating kibbles already. I’ve been hoping for an opportunity
to find if they’ll be ok without either mommy – so today is the day.
At Pick n Pay yesterday, I saw something truly
despicable: in the shelf were hangers, the non-slip ones of which I would like
some more. I had bought the ones I have at Makro at a reasonable price. Last
time I went to that same Pick n Pay I saw them there for the first time, and
the price seemed still reasonable, albeit double what I’d paid – but that was
years ago. Ok, so I get some. They come in sets of three, not individually.
Last time, at the till the scanned price was triple what was advertised on the
shelf – it used to be illegal to charge more than the price on the shelf, but
nowadays nobody bothers about legal or illegal anymore; so I didn’t buy them.
Yesterday I saw how Pick n Pay deliberately tricks customers: They advertise
the price as double what I’d paid years ago ... and in small letters under that
they add ‘for one’! They sell only sets of three, and nowhere is there a price
for a set of three! Despicable!
Back at home Ziva was waiting for me at the gate –
aww, so cute! And she still had the collar on, too – that is surprising. I was
sure she’d have gotten it off by now. I did, however, take it off later.
There’s no reason, really, for her to wear a collar.
The Mip Mips were fine, as always Tiger Tim came
running when he heard me, closely followed by Quizzy Lizzy. I carried both back
inside – Tiger Tim purring happily, Lizzy not so much. She doesn’t like being
interrupted when she’s investigating a quiz – like the open door and what lies
beyond.
Until today, the only precaution I had taken regarding
the Mip Mips fascination with the plug and cable in my lounge was to switch it
off. But for some reason, this morning, I took the extra step of unplugging my
Induction Plate and Steamer. Lucky coincidence, as today was the day they
pulled it down – all they got was the extension. The equipment was safe. I’ve
also knotted my lace curtains – it’s not a fashion statement!
Not having had any mother’s milk today, the Mip Mips
were all quite hungry – all except Tiger Tim. He eventually came to eat, but
didn’t eat much.
Speaking of which, I can’t decide on a name for him.
Mewthos? After the character in Highlander, Methos. Wilhelm – called Willy? In
which case, I’m leaning towards Daft Wullie after the Nac Mac Feegle. Not that
he’s daft, but he is as endearing as Daft Wullie. Or how about No’-as-big-as-Medium-Jock-but-bigger-than-Wee-Jock
Jock? I know, now I’m being silly – I’d never do that to him! Ha Ha, or rather
I wouldn’t do that to myself! Jock could be an option, but that would suit a dog
better than a cat, methinks. There are two famous cats on the Discworld, but he’s
nothing like Greebo nor You. Neither in looks nor personality.
Actually, I think he’s still too young to get a name …
he hasn’t established his personality, yet. Not so long ago he whined and cried
every time he didn’t get his will, or was picked up; now he purrs. He’s also
very gentle – when Quizzy Lizzy first explored forbidden territory and earned a
tap on the nose, she defied me a few times before accepting my decision. Her
brother, however, looked at me with such a hurt expression when I tapped him on
the nose for trying to claw the wires – he needs quite a different, gentler
teaching approach. He also has the strange preference for trying to catch the
stick rather than the mouse on the end of the elastic. When I’m playing with
one of the twins, he climbs onto the bed and paws at the stick. Being the
oldest and biggest of the Mip Mips, he’s in some ways a rather gentle giant. I
often call him Mip Mip Meister – I sometimes think he believes Mip Mip is his
name?
Right now the Mip Mips are all drinking from mommy –
who, for a change, lies reasonably still, just cleaning herself and whichever
Mip Mip is in the path of her tongue. All purring up a storm! Four Mip Mips
purring in time with their mother. By the time I want to sleep, they’ll have
recharged their energy and will start running around like a mad mob again!
Sigh.
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