Dear sweet Flaire piddled on the bed. It was just before ManSlave collected her up in his arms, kissing her and in turn she whispers sweet nothings in his shell like. He sat on the bed and laid back and she purred and squealed with delight as he caressed her curls and she headbutted his stubbly face and trilled at him. Someone always has to sleep in the wet spot, right? And, so it was, he rolled right into the freshly wet linen, where the urine just lays on the surface of the bamboo coverlet and soaked into his clothes. He was FUMING! He also didn't know that she had done it so was cursing Pearl who was innocently sitting playing goosberry on the bedroom stool. Momma knows it's not Pearl as she is still only peeing a ten pence piece of wee! Both of them are outside in Al-CAT-raz due to his girlfriends peeing and Pearl's stress. They have both been setting upon the gravid SaBreena too so that has earned them to be under lock and key.
Just to inform you of today's Roast. It was a little lamb shoulder and Momma smothered it in garlic last night meaning we could even have a taste of it today. Now that is selfish and CatLine said she was right not to feed us alliums in our diet. Momma said it was about as close to Veganuary we are going to get! If nothing else it smelled great and I put on 50g just licking the gravy when ManSlave's back was turned.
Keep safe out there people of the world. The dreaded lurgy is lurking everywhere. Be more cat - wash wash wash.
Your loyal Queen Vee =^..^=