It's that time of the month, the first, where everyone sets about pinching and punching. If you are slow on the uptake, or in Momma's case, still asleep the 'pincher' can sneak up on their opponent and deliver a sharp pinch and punch and rambling at high speed something that sounds like a strangled white rabbit. This didn't only happen to Momma but me too!
There I was, fast asleep in my new cat tower which Grand MewMew brought us, I take the middle bunk, it suits me, it's warm in there. The heat from the CatWomen around me on their levels is enough to keep a King toasty, anyway, I digress... There I was, sleeping merrily when that spoiled brat, Lillibet, stuffs her chocolate paws in at me. All the time chuntering white rabbit, white rabbit, no returns. I am bemused? I could swear there are more days in September? I run through my list "Thirty days has September..." Mmmm, that's not on. I WAS SLEEPING! How is that fair? Just because someone remembers the date does it mean that pinchee should be receiving this deluge of abuse when you don't even know that you have slept into a new day?
I was outraged and came out of my bunk like a cat possessed and tried to catch that slippery chocolate madam. I caused a stir, it had upset my waking routine considerably and not to be outdone went up to Faith and gave her a pounding to make up for her daughters wrong doing. Faith was just as outraged and she went to greet me with a tail up and a pirrip and all I did was smack her face at full run and down she went, face pressed into the carpet. Oh I should never have done that. It stared World War III. She regained her composure and chased me all over the house until I cowered on the windowsill and when she was done holding me with her stare, she tagged me and said "Your it." I slithered with my tail down as not to make any sudden movement and slid into Momma's arms. Oh the shame of it!
Faith, of course, was very frisky now and hunted that chocolate wee beasty down and dragged her from MY BUNK and gave her a pinch and punch that will last her a whole month.
Not to be out done, J1 was tootling around the garden on his harness (MY HARNESS!!) and he sees Faith at the CatPod door. He was there in a flash, well as quick as a staggering cat can run when you are wearing a harness. She was shouting rude things at him through the door.
"Go away you fearful beast. May your paws grow slippery with butter and you slid off to somewhere where you can't offend my sniffer or my eye." (Well, she never really shouts anything that rude!!) Oh dear, she isn't going to let this day go by without finishing everyone off. And no matter what Faith shouts at J1 through that door, he still slithers away too. She is a typical drama queen. So, in short, Faith won! Even though ManSlave started it and Lillibet instigated it. It goes to show which one of us is really TopCat!
KS =^..^=
There I was, fast asleep in my new cat tower which Grand MewMew brought us, I take the middle bunk, it suits me, it's warm in there. The heat from the CatWomen around me on their levels is enough to keep a King toasty, anyway, I digress... There I was, sleeping merrily when that spoiled brat, Lillibet, stuffs her chocolate paws in at me. All the time chuntering white rabbit, white rabbit, no returns. I am bemused? I could swear there are more days in September? I run through my list "Thirty days has September..." Mmmm, that's not on. I WAS SLEEPING! How is that fair? Just because someone remembers the date does it mean that pinchee should be receiving this deluge of abuse when you don't even know that you have slept into a new day?
I was outraged and came out of my bunk like a cat possessed and tried to catch that slippery chocolate madam. I caused a stir, it had upset my waking routine considerably and not to be outdone went up to Faith and gave her a pounding to make up for her daughters wrong doing. Faith was just as outraged and she went to greet me with a tail up and a pirrip and all I did was smack her face at full run and down she went, face pressed into the carpet. Oh I should never have done that. It stared World War III. She regained her composure and chased me all over the house until I cowered on the windowsill and when she was done holding me with her stare, she tagged me and said "Your it." I slithered with my tail down as not to make any sudden movement and slid into Momma's arms. Oh the shame of it!
Faith, of course, was very frisky now and hunted that chocolate wee beasty down and dragged her from MY BUNK and gave her a pinch and punch that will last her a whole month.
Not to be out done, J1 was tootling around the garden on his harness (MY HARNESS!!) and he sees Faith at the CatPod door. He was there in a flash, well as quick as a staggering cat can run when you are wearing a harness. She was shouting rude things at him through the door.
"Go away you fearful beast. May your paws grow slippery with butter and you slid off to somewhere where you can't offend my sniffer or my eye." (Well, she never really shouts anything that rude!!) Oh dear, she isn't going to let this day go by without finishing everyone off. And no matter what Faith shouts at J1 through that door, he still slithers away too. She is a typical drama queen. So, in short, Faith won! Even though ManSlave started it and Lillibet instigated it. It goes to show which one of us is really TopCat!
KS =^..^=
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