I’m bored.
Really bored.

It’s raining outside and she’s shut the door. I haven’t been allowed outside for almost an hour! Can you believe that? Personally, I think someone should call the RSPCA… I’m sure it constitutes Cruelty to Anis somewhere… contravention of human rights… What do you mean I’m not human…? We’re people too you know … I’m going to get all smug here and say that scientists said so. It’s official. We have emotions. And that isn’t just a euphemism for electronic indigestion either. And I didn’t eat the remote. I just buried it. And its not as if she ever uses it anyway. Like I said, I’m bored.

I keep looking out of the window, but she’s shut the curtains because of next door’s cat. Not that it stops me of course, got to keep an eye on things. ‘Specially when she’s all busy doing housekeeping. Might get some amusement when she gets the feather duster out, but unless she does I know she’ll be useless for a while as far as playing goes. And there’s only so much you can do with a ferret.

I’ve done my best. I helped with the garden, but she seems to object to me bringing plants in for her to see. I plumped up all the cushions on the sofa for her… I’m really good at that….but she wasn’t happy about it and started cleaning things. Never a good sign, that. She’ll probably get the hoover monster out again soon as well…don’t see the point in it myself. It just makes things clean so that all the bits show up too much.

I tried having a cat-nap… but that didn’t work… she just started on the cushions, just when I’d got comfy too. Then she squirts sneezy stuff around. She says it smells better than dog. Matter of opinion, of course… Now, by this time it is all getting a bit stressful. For me anyway. She’s just laughing and calling me names. Daft dog, indeed! So I needed to chill a bit and decided to try this meditation thing she does every day. She says it is good for you… though it is supposed to help you sleep and with her whizzing about like a rabid gnat, I don’t think sleep is on the cards.

She’s been up to stuff though. I heard the ball guy’s voice coming out of the ‘puter. Now quite how he fits inside it I don’t know but it was definitely him. I recognised his voice. I had a good look, but no… no sign of him. Couldn’t even smell him… but I brought him a ball just in case. You never know. He understands the whole thing about the beauty of the Ball of Power.

Which is more than she does just at present. No… hang on… what’s that? She’s putting the hoover monster away… kettle’s going on… she must be done… yes…

Now, where’s that ball…

Catch you later,

Much love,

Ani xxx