We have a poltergeist in our midst. I mean, how else can the House of Fun be turned upside down whilst we slept? I swear, I was sleeping, eyes shut tightly, dreaming of playing on the new cat tree that Momma has ordered for us. (Shhh, don't tell ManSlave!) I can't say exactly what it was that disturbed my sleep, but it was distinclty purple in colour. The entity moved swiftly and with smooth technique opened the cupboard door, the one that is really out of bounds too, the one that contains all the clean stuff!
Once the door was open we were all awake and I was first onto the top shelf, this is my special quick technique that I put into practice when Momma changes our bedding daily. I then kick with hind leggies and 'bam' all the lovely clean washed bedding is deposited onto the floor. Then as quick as lightening I am in it and under it and rolling about. Eddie is quickly into the bottom shelf to steal a whole roll of kitchen towel, he takes it , dragging his kill between his long front legs to the back of the room where he dispatches the creature with swift action. Then he prepares to shred it's outer coat and bite through to the inner cardboard tube. It must feel so nice since he is teething and being a bit of a nibbler! I have wholloped him a hundred or more times and spat right in his face at his continuous nibbling and Mum Gracie has also held him down by his scruff to warn him that biting hard is not an option especially with 'werewolf teefs'. He has a right 'Gob Full' as he tells me in his Broad Yorkshire accent, if he nibbles me one more time I shall give him a gobfull of my right paw! Everyone thinks I am the sweetest of natures, but I am real tomboy and like a good scrap, but at any point I can also play 'the lady card' too!
Mum Gracie sits and watches us with our finds and she begins to feel a bit racey Gracie and starts to run around the cat house, she then pounces on me and I squeal and bite her paws through the bedding, it's fun. She pounds away trying to shake me lose and we play fight in the bedding and enjoy the softness on the usually cold hard floor and Mum purrs then, moulding her paws into the soft blankies. I think we need a rug and now we are not being sicky anymore, I think we deserve one or two!! Make it a real home whilst we recover. Momma lays on the floor with us at night time and we pounce on her, so a ruggy might be nice for her too?
Mum Grace finds the cat treats, I don't like them much, ducky ones or fishy ones. I don't really 'do' kibble either, I am a picky soul, preferring my soft foods. But Mum & Eddie are in those packets like a drug and they bite and chew their way in and have a fight and a squabble about who gets what. Mum Grace growls at him and gives him a sharp thwak on his head, he circles around her trying to get a look in, she turns her shoulder and covers the snax. He is fed up of trying, he gets bored easily, if he can't thug his way in, he goes off to find something else. He may be massive and as tall as a litter box, but he is also a big softee too and a bit of a push over. He found the pollock treats instead and took them to the heated bed to open, leaving crumbs and bits everywhere in his haste to scoff the lot. Pfft. I don't get anything like that. Maybe I should try a ducky treat? Sniff... sniff... lick...shake head... step back...shake head...step over ducky treat and try to cover with midair... walk away on tiptoes..YUCK, they smell like... well POOH!
Why couldn't the ghost open the food cupboard? I could have chewed my way through some grain free turkey, or even the rabbit pouches or fight my way into duck pate. But no, no one got into the very important cupboard and after this little debarcle, ManSlave suggested child locks... like that's going to stop Purple Eddie, I mean the poltergeist, from breaking in? We can't get into the litter one, it has a different system on the doors which is a rel shame because this is where all the good toys are kept too. The butterfly thingie and the flying birsdy feathery thingie and a fishing pole thingie and the one with bells on that sends me whacky and the feather on a pole that makes Eddies head nearly fall off when Momma waggles it! Why oh why couldn't we get into THAT cupboard...? I mean the ghost, not us. Nope it wasn't us at all. We were sound asleep dreaming of lovely things. Pfft, I can't believe you even think it might be us... really ... we are angels sent from heaven, sweet as the day is young... with a sprinkling of the KS naughtiness in there and anyway - it is called The House of Fun. Rise above it! Nod.
Love from Vikori Vee xx
Once the door was open we were all awake and I was first onto the top shelf, this is my special quick technique that I put into practice when Momma changes our bedding daily. I then kick with hind leggies and 'bam' all the lovely clean washed bedding is deposited onto the floor. Then as quick as lightening I am in it and under it and rolling about. Eddie is quickly into the bottom shelf to steal a whole roll of kitchen towel, he takes it , dragging his kill between his long front legs to the back of the room where he dispatches the creature with swift action. Then he prepares to shred it's outer coat and bite through to the inner cardboard tube. It must feel so nice since he is teething and being a bit of a nibbler! I have wholloped him a hundred or more times and spat right in his face at his continuous nibbling and Mum Gracie has also held him down by his scruff to warn him that biting hard is not an option especially with 'werewolf teefs'. He has a right 'Gob Full' as he tells me in his Broad Yorkshire accent, if he nibbles me one more time I shall give him a gobfull of my right paw! Everyone thinks I am the sweetest of natures, but I am real tomboy and like a good scrap, but at any point I can also play 'the lady card' too!
Mum Gracie sits and watches us with our finds and she begins to feel a bit racey Gracie and starts to run around the cat house, she then pounces on me and I squeal and bite her paws through the bedding, it's fun. She pounds away trying to shake me lose and we play fight in the bedding and enjoy the softness on the usually cold hard floor and Mum purrs then, moulding her paws into the soft blankies. I think we need a rug and now we are not being sicky anymore, I think we deserve one or two!! Make it a real home whilst we recover. Momma lays on the floor with us at night time and we pounce on her, so a ruggy might be nice for her too?
Mum Grace finds the cat treats, I don't like them much, ducky ones or fishy ones. I don't really 'do' kibble either, I am a picky soul, preferring my soft foods. But Mum & Eddie are in those packets like a drug and they bite and chew their way in and have a fight and a squabble about who gets what. Mum Grace growls at him and gives him a sharp thwak on his head, he circles around her trying to get a look in, she turns her shoulder and covers the snax. He is fed up of trying, he gets bored easily, if he can't thug his way in, he goes off to find something else. He may be massive and as tall as a litter box, but he is also a big softee too and a bit of a push over. He found the pollock treats instead and took them to the heated bed to open, leaving crumbs and bits everywhere in his haste to scoff the lot. Pfft. I don't get anything like that. Maybe I should try a ducky treat? Sniff... sniff... lick...shake head... step back...shake head...step over ducky treat and try to cover with midair... walk away on tiptoes..YUCK, they smell like... well POOH!
Why couldn't the ghost open the food cupboard? I could have chewed my way through some grain free turkey, or even the rabbit pouches or fight my way into duck pate. But no, no one got into the very important cupboard and after this little debarcle, ManSlave suggested child locks... like that's going to stop Purple Eddie, I mean the poltergeist, from breaking in? We can't get into the litter one, it has a different system on the doors which is a rel shame because this is where all the good toys are kept too. The butterfly thingie and the flying birsdy feathery thingie and a fishing pole thingie and the one with bells on that sends me whacky and the feather on a pole that makes Eddies head nearly fall off when Momma waggles it! Why oh why couldn't we get into THAT cupboard...? I mean the ghost, not us. Nope it wasn't us at all. We were sound asleep dreaming of lovely things. Pfft, I can't believe you even think it might be us... really ... we are angels sent from heaven, sweet as the day is young... with a sprinkling of the KS naughtiness in there and anyway - it is called The House of Fun. Rise above it! Nod.
Love from Vikori Vee xx
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