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"Taa-daa." Says Elly, jumping onto the bed with her long leggies all tall and sticking out at right angles in that young, gangly, charming way. "Mep Mep." Says Faith. That means move back kid. Don't come any closer or I may growl and hiss. Elly hunkers down and the Mep Mep becomes less and a little sniff and hiss is exchanged. Down goes Elly, she has been told in no uncertain terms that beds are for laying in and not bounding about in, making a din. Elly huffs a little, full of beans and hardly able to sit still. She does and stays quite still for a little while until Lionel arrives.
Taa-Daa" he announces in a squeaky voice fit for a large mouse with tuffty ears. He gets shooshed by both Faith and Elly. "SHHHHHH". Pfft, like he is going to shh? Nope, he carries on bounding about, back arched and tail above his head all floofed up, skittering about and then BANG. Faith's mighty funderpaw descends on him and gives him a short sharp clout about the head. His ears waggle from side to side absorbing the impact as he rallies himself for round two. ding ding ding goes his internal bell and he tries again. Boing boing boing goes his little body. Elly cringes knowing just what's coming next. He is pinned to the bed in a flash of an eye, Faith's black rippling fur like that of a powerful but slightly rotund Panther presses her face to his and says very quietly so no one can hear. "If you don't stop doing that kid, I shall eat you."
Eeeek. Lionel, being the brave soul that he is, stumbles away, trying not to wet his velvet breeches, slithers from the bed, runs to his Mum, who is half the size of Faith and tells her that a big glossy black monster has just pinned him down and tried to eat him. Flaire immediately paces towards the bed, floofs up her thin coat and leaps onto the bed. Lionel is right behind her. He pulls his licker out at his sister, who does the same. Flaire and Faith have a stand off and very gently, in her sweet kind voice Faith pulls Elly towards her, lips curling at the distaste of what she is about to do, licks the kitten to show there is no truth in Lionel's statement. Elly is so happy, pressing her face in for a wash. As soon as Flaire's back is turned, she nibbles Elly hard on the cheek bones and hisses softly in her ear "You are next, I was just tasting you."
We haven't seen much of the kittens on the morning bed since and 'that' Faith can be quite a Brahma. I am just a little afraid of her and give her a wide berth. I can really wind her up though, especially if she is snuggled in with Momma. I only have to show my face, strut along the pillows, taking the high road I slither into Momma's arms from shoulder height, ignoring the huffing and puffing black beast by Momma's side. I can't help look at her though with great respect, for a sweet, charming lady of the court in public, behind the scenes, she can pack quite a punch.
Faith has taken a dislike to Pearl, she 'has it in for her' as the commoners say. Lillibet too has got onto the band wagon. You see, when us entire girls call, we fancy Lillibet and she takes great umbridge at that and goes to fetch her Mum. Then it is like WWIII around here. Pearl is a weedling, only just a year and very screamy cat if she she is cornered. Sometimes she even annoys me with that screaming thing and I beat her up too, just because I can. Then her Mother will have a go at me and we are there scrapping like a rugby team at scrum. It is a fine balance being a woman cat. Knowing when to back off and when to turn on the charms. I need to practice a little more it seems, I am soon to be Queen of all I prevail and I must not let this squabbling go to my head. Ignore it. walk away and let the children fight it out for the scraps.
Your loyal and ever loving Queen Vee =^..^=
Taa-Daa" he announces in a squeaky voice fit for a large mouse with tuffty ears. He gets shooshed by both Faith and Elly. "SHHHHHH". Pfft, like he is going to shh? Nope, he carries on bounding about, back arched and tail above his head all floofed up, skittering about and then BANG. Faith's mighty funderpaw descends on him and gives him a short sharp clout about the head. His ears waggle from side to side absorbing the impact as he rallies himself for round two. ding ding ding goes his internal bell and he tries again. Boing boing boing goes his little body. Elly cringes knowing just what's coming next. He is pinned to the bed in a flash of an eye, Faith's black rippling fur like that of a powerful but slightly rotund Panther presses her face to his and says very quietly so no one can hear. "If you don't stop doing that kid, I shall eat you."
Eeeek. Lionel, being the brave soul that he is, stumbles away, trying not to wet his velvet breeches, slithers from the bed, runs to his Mum, who is half the size of Faith and tells her that a big glossy black monster has just pinned him down and tried to eat him. Flaire immediately paces towards the bed, floofs up her thin coat and leaps onto the bed. Lionel is right behind her. He pulls his licker out at his sister, who does the same. Flaire and Faith have a stand off and very gently, in her sweet kind voice Faith pulls Elly towards her, lips curling at the distaste of what she is about to do, licks the kitten to show there is no truth in Lionel's statement. Elly is so happy, pressing her face in for a wash. As soon as Flaire's back is turned, she nibbles Elly hard on the cheek bones and hisses softly in her ear "You are next, I was just tasting you."
We haven't seen much of the kittens on the morning bed since and 'that' Faith can be quite a Brahma. I am just a little afraid of her and give her a wide berth. I can really wind her up though, especially if she is snuggled in with Momma. I only have to show my face, strut along the pillows, taking the high road I slither into Momma's arms from shoulder height, ignoring the huffing and puffing black beast by Momma's side. I can't help look at her though with great respect, for a sweet, charming lady of the court in public, behind the scenes, she can pack quite a punch.
Faith has taken a dislike to Pearl, she 'has it in for her' as the commoners say. Lillibet too has got onto the band wagon. You see, when us entire girls call, we fancy Lillibet and she takes great umbridge at that and goes to fetch her Mum. Then it is like WWIII around here. Pearl is a weedling, only just a year and very screamy cat if she she is cornered. Sometimes she even annoys me with that screaming thing and I beat her up too, just because I can. Then her Mother will have a go at me and we are there scrapping like a rugby team at scrum. It is a fine balance being a woman cat. Knowing when to back off and when to turn on the charms. I need to practice a little more it seems, I am soon to be Queen of all I prevail and I must not let this squabbling go to my head. Ignore it. walk away and let the children fight it out for the scraps.
Your loyal and ever loving Queen Vee =^..^=
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