LOOK BEHIND YOU

In this two part story I can bring you tales of the unexpected, but without the dancing naked ladies! It seems that Elly got her brave on and is testing the water for meeting her new family and their posse of rex.  Elly is the gutsy one, the funny one, the laugh a minute one.  She has scaled every bed, stool and chair. Can leap chasms between said items and now has ventured to the dark side to sniff the Bubbah Fishy!  Faith is always pretty good.  I am not her favourite feline, only because I take up HER space on Momma and sidle in even if she is laying on Momma.  That's what Diva's do!  She growls at me and turns on a mean face - which in my mind is a silly face that doesn't suit her pretty face.  These little pip squeaks though, they can do anything, get right up to her.  Faith doesn't have a mean bone in her body really and loves babies really. She just pretends she doesn't. 

Elly scrambled up the side of the bed using the bedside table to pres her back against, like a pro climber, wedging her crampons deep into the facade of the mattress and selecting from her rack the gear she needs to scale the bed.  A few paw jams, guppies and Gastons and she is up and over, face to face with formidable black softy.  She undoes her carabiners, shuffles out of her harness and races up to Faith.  "Look what I just did, did you see it? Did you?"  Faith replies a few mep meps to tell her off and calm down this boisterous little Flaireling.  Elly, all the excitement gone from her body drops like one of those toys you press at the bottom and their leggies collapse.  Just like one of those, she flops and lays peacefully beside Faith. Like Ying & Yang. See, She isn't all that bad!

To the second part of my tail this week.  I have been staying at Whimzeerex Magical Towers with Otta.  Well, I say WITH Otta.  That isn't strictly so.  Otta was allowed to visit cantankerous little me.  The ladies at Whimzeerex had us under surveillance because at first I was a bit unhinged and missing Momma terribly.    With toys and love I have come around and only yesterday I let Otta smell me.  Poor young fella, 8mths my senior, spent most of his time trying to escape from me and pawed at the windows to be let out of the room to join his mates on the sofa whilst I spat and hissed at him and slapped him lots and lots and lots to show him who was boss.  He tried to talk to me, but I find his Brum accent a little harsh for my delicate ears, so ignored him mainly.  I have been here a week now and I hear that Momma is going to collect me.  Now I know that, I can be a little more gracious with my hosts and play with them and Otta a bit more and make more of an effort.  After all, looks like I may have to come back a few times whilst the boy grows some!

Will be glad to be home in Momma's warm bed. Snuggling up to her face and being the naughty brat that I am.  I haven't flirted too much with the humans here, enough to charm the socks off them and let them know just how cute I am under this feisty exterior.  Don't want anyone getting ideas that Queen Vee is a softy now, do we?  As I stretch out and take up all the space on the heat pad, roll about and enjoy the heat on my body, not letting Otta anywhere near me - I bid farewell to this idyllic hotel until next time. 

Lots of love from your loyal VIRGIN Queen Vee. =^..^=