SICKNESS IS ALL IN THE HEAD
Well it has been the very worst week I have ever had health wise. If only I had kept my licker in my head, I wouldn't have experienced the terrible things that have overtaken my body. One night whilst tucked up next to Momma in my special pink blankie I stole from Faith, I had a terrible pain and let out an almighty YAWP and didn't have time to ask to be let out of the bedroom, so I dashed for the shower tray and faced the corner and out it all came like an explosion. I am such a good boy and so thoughtful to have made my icky-ness somewhere bleachable! I was very pink and embarrassed when Momma came in to rescue me and tuck me back into bed with a kiss and a love.
It did take me back, being in that shower tray again, about 12 months ago when I had found me a little bowl of freshly cooked pumpkin seeds, they had just been tossed in salt and looked and smelled so tasty that I had me a little nibble - well, you can never stop at just one can you? It wasn't for two days that the pumpkin seeds took effect on my system and in the middle of the night I felt a little queezy. Momma was awake like a flash and raced me into the shower tray, the shower door was unusually shut so I was slammed into the bi-fold, head first to let out my snack. It was like a the scene from Witches of Eastwick with the cherries! That shower tray sure does take a bashing!
Yet again, my mind stumbles to May this year when I had, unbeknown to anyone, eaten a whole piece of kitchen towel that had been left out soaking up fat from the minigrill. Well once you lick that stuff it's like velcro and I couldn't get it off my tongue and down the hatch it went. It wasn't for a whole 10 days that it reappeared and what an unfortunate day that was for ManSlave!
I had been 'off colour' so was confined to the Parentals bedroom for a rest and a monitoring. I was still eating of course, so nothing serious! Well ManSlave was on cat duty as Momma had taken Faith to a show and he was left strict instructions to amounts of food I was allowed and he was good at checking in on me and calling Momma for updates. Well around midday, he came in and checked on me, he wrinkled his nose, I had been in the tray! He saw what looked like cat biscuits on the floor and bend down to 'collect' them up - they weren't cat biscuits let me tell you! He then saw a big long cigar on the floor, all wrapped up like a Havana, but it certainly wasn't a Cheroot either! Then he caught sight of the cream bedding, the cream walls, the window, the floor and ME! We were all covered in a rich chocolate coating where I had used my artistic talents and decorated the walls and windows of their bedroom and not to mention myself with the cigar! It was a real bugger to dislodge a rolled up kitchen paper from ones butt when you only have paws so as all cats do, turn to centrifugal force to remove foreign objects!
ManSlave was less than amused and made a grab for me from on top of the wardrobe and preceded to run me a bath where he de-flowered me in a most miserable fashion of scrubbing in all those places a ManSlave just shouldn't have to scrub. I don't know who was more embarrassed, me or him! It took ManSlave the best part of two hours to clean the room and strip everything back and wash everything down. He was meant to be having a relaxing Caturday - Think again ManSlave, I am planning my next caper!
KS =^..^=
Well it has been the very worst week I have ever had health wise. If only I had kept my licker in my head, I wouldn't have experienced the terrible things that have overtaken my body. One night whilst tucked up next to Momma in my special pink blankie I stole from Faith, I had a terrible pain and let out an almighty YAWP and didn't have time to ask to be let out of the bedroom, so I dashed for the shower tray and faced the corner and out it all came like an explosion. I am such a good boy and so thoughtful to have made my icky-ness somewhere bleachable! I was very pink and embarrassed when Momma came in to rescue me and tuck me back into bed with a kiss and a love.
It did take me back, being in that shower tray again, about 12 months ago when I had found me a little bowl of freshly cooked pumpkin seeds, they had just been tossed in salt and looked and smelled so tasty that I had me a little nibble - well, you can never stop at just one can you? It wasn't for two days that the pumpkin seeds took effect on my system and in the middle of the night I felt a little queezy. Momma was awake like a flash and raced me into the shower tray, the shower door was unusually shut so I was slammed into the bi-fold, head first to let out my snack. It was like a the scene from Witches of Eastwick with the cherries! That shower tray sure does take a bashing!
Yet again, my mind stumbles to May this year when I had, unbeknown to anyone, eaten a whole piece of kitchen towel that had been left out soaking up fat from the minigrill. Well once you lick that stuff it's like velcro and I couldn't get it off my tongue and down the hatch it went. It wasn't for a whole 10 days that it reappeared and what an unfortunate day that was for ManSlave!
I had been 'off colour' so was confined to the Parentals bedroom for a rest and a monitoring. I was still eating of course, so nothing serious! Well ManSlave was on cat duty as Momma had taken Faith to a show and he was left strict instructions to amounts of food I was allowed and he was good at checking in on me and calling Momma for updates. Well around midday, he came in and checked on me, he wrinkled his nose, I had been in the tray! He saw what looked like cat biscuits on the floor and bend down to 'collect' them up - they weren't cat biscuits let me tell you! He then saw a big long cigar on the floor, all wrapped up like a Havana, but it certainly wasn't a Cheroot either! Then he caught sight of the cream bedding, the cream walls, the window, the floor and ME! We were all covered in a rich chocolate coating where I had used my artistic talents and decorated the walls and windows of their bedroom and not to mention myself with the cigar! It was a real bugger to dislodge a rolled up kitchen paper from ones butt when you only have paws so as all cats do, turn to centrifugal force to remove foreign objects!
ManSlave was less than amused and made a grab for me from on top of the wardrobe and preceded to run me a bath where he de-flowered me in a most miserable fashion of scrubbing in all those places a ManSlave just shouldn't have to scrub. I don't know who was more embarrassed, me or him! It took ManSlave the best part of two hours to clean the room and strip everything back and wash everything down. He was meant to be having a relaxing Caturday - Think again ManSlave, I am planning my next caper!
KS =^..^=
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