I don't really know what that word means. I seriously try ignoring Mr.Flustery Knickers but he really is giving me grief and getting me into trouble. Really, he is! Well, OK, so maybe I do make things a little heated between us... maybe.
This fine Sunday morning is a fine example of bird watching and Orb Worshiping all together as a family unit. It was nice, everyone chilling out, being happy and having fun doing the same thing... then Mr.Zeus sees me when I venture to the top shelf of the CatPod to check if he is still there (kowing full well he was still there). It was then that Mr.Fluster Pants decides that if he screams at the top of his lungs as though someone is ripping his legs off, then ManSlave will come and rescue him and I get a slapped arse. But this morning, Momma got to me first and saw that I was poking him a little to get him to scream louder and when I had one poking him, he screamed like a girl so much that I lent over the shelf bed and THWAKKED him an almighty THWAK because he was being a big girls blouse and anyone that screams for nothing deserves a THWAK and a half. I was sorry once I had made contact, because Momma saw me and I went down in her estimations as all around me billowed Mr.Zeus's fur, she looked very disappointed that I had defuzzed him.
Well, I can tell you Momma, that I too am disappointed that there has been NO ROAST DINNERS for two weeks. I do all this ORB WORSHIP for you and your friends and I don't even get a smidgen of Roast sensation to fill my nostrils - Nope, Momma has taken to cooking Bengal & Punjab traditional curry and ManSlave said that although the food is very very tasty and cooling in all this weather... It is de-valuing the house as it smells like Garam Masala and the kitchen sides are yellow! Bring back the good old fashioned Roast dinner I say and let me savour it's tenderness and maybe then it will set me in a better mood for less Thwakking and more loving!