Twenty One days ago, Faith and J1 were having a few nights away at J1's country estate. One thing led to another over a few drinks and they he experienced his first carnal knowledge of his first wife. Faith had been Married before, but he was a promiscuous lover and he fell out of favour.  She was faced with a dilemma. Be an eternal lone lady or re-marry?

It was an offer she couldn't refuse. But as we all know, at first when J1 arrived she didn't like him at all. Wouldn't even give him the time of day and he was rude trying to glance up her petticoats.  But gradually he persuaded her to come to his family mansion and stay the weekend.  

To be honest, he was a little rough with her to begin with and she was mortified and retaliated by smacking him smartly around the chops. He was not sure about this at all, he tried to retaliate, but she pummeled him into the floor and boxed him cleaver at every turn. He lay on his shag pile rug pondering what to do?  Faith, having had a rough first marriage decided to take matters into her own paw and wouldn't let J1 take advantage of her. Oh no, this was going to be on her terms. There was to be no pouncing and scruffing unless she said it was OK.

A whole day went by and by the end of that day it was him rolling around on his love rug and she went to him and gently kissed his cheek. It blew him away, he was in ecstasy. She led him to the soft comfortable chair with the cushions and rugs and made him work for his right to 'perform'.  His little legs were paddling away and she only raised her bottom when he was sufficiently practiced in the fine arts of wooing. There were to be no rugs for her this time. She is a creature of comfort. She made him dance a merry dance to get to his wicked way with her. But she had to be sure he was worthy and it seems twenty one days on from that chilly January evening and the seeds have been sown for a happy marriage with kits in tow!

KS =^..^=

Well today is a very strange day. Momma has packed the 'black bag' that usually means an overnight stay for the Parentals somewhere?  But, all the usual things haven't been done?  We have had a visit from Uncle Paul, but he wasn't interested in us or our food routines, he was all worried over Momma?  Are we missing something?

I knew both Parentals were not going away, so maybe just one? How do I know this? The final vacuuming was never done and the bin is still in the kitchen, that is usually outside if they are both going?  So what is all this fuss about?  Then I see that it is Momma who is going away, there are just Momma's things in the bag. Mmm.

Well, they both leave us. Goodness knows how long for? We have no food down.  This is serious stuff.  We could starve if we go over the five hours between mealtimes. I shall have CatLine on redial i think, just in case!  But by 5pm, ManSlave is back on his own and he looks worried?  He can't do anything? He is apathetic. He is ringing all the family?  What is going on?

We overhear him talking about 'going down to surgery?' Oh my, Momma has gone to the vets! Blimey, when we go to the vets we never not come home for supper. The only time was when Lillibet was really ill, she missed supper.  Oh, dear Bastet Queen of Cats, pray she will be OK and help out poor ManSlave, he looks all funny colours and he hates going to the vet. He has 'White Coat Syndrome' like Faith.  It makes his sweat and fretty. Gosh, it's 10.15pm and no word about Momma, we all get worried now. It's past our Noms time, who is going to do it? ManSlave seems very occupied. I hope he doesn't forget us!  Then there it is, the look of relief on his face that Momma is safe and something about her staying in for a few weeks and she has titanium and screws in her spine, she will be bionic. How are we going to manage? I am beginning to fret already, Faith is worried too. Lillibet & Gracie are not too bothered really.  But they are young and don't understand the implications of Momma being contained!

KS =^..^