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Yesterday i woke curled up on the sofa and heard Him in the kitchen. I trotted in, the floor cool under my paws and rubbed myself against His leg, purring softly and casting my eyes up in my cutest manner, hopeing He would quench my hunger. He bent down and playfully tickled my ear, I sat and found myself dribbiling with the sheer pleasure of the sensation. He knows all my weak spots. And then He dropped some food into my dish and I lowered my head to feed as He sipped His coffee and watched me.
I love these mornings. |
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Ive had a few messages which just seem really odd. Why would i want to try wax play? Do you have any idea how long it would take me to lick it out of my fur? And yes..im not shaven.. why? Why would i want that? It would just be odd. |
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Oh i feel rough.... i think ive eaten too much tinsel.. |
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Ok... anyone who would like to meet me please bring some fish to the Southampton munch.. i like tuna.. but would LOVE something live to chase around the kitchen!
(Please present all fish to either Cazzi or Alistair so they may bring them home to me)
I might consider a hamster... although they tend to give me wind...
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Ive got a new game! What i do is jump on the table in the front room, parade around with my long elegant legs till He notices me, then when He gets excited and starts shouting i pretend not to notice..thats always the best bit cause that REALLY gets to Him.. then i have to scamper off before He sprays me with water.. If he manages to get me i sit in the corner and glare at Him for a while trying to make Him feel guilty.
Its too cold outside to play at the moment.. id rather curl up and sleep on Her blanket and dream dreams of furry things and lazy hot nights of hunting. |
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Had a bit of shock yesterday. Was playing around with this Male, we were chasing butterflies up and down the garden and getting on really well.. and...then i found he was missing some of His furry "bits"...
It seems his owners had him ... castrated...
*sulks*
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At last! The itching has stopped! "THEY" say its due to the collar....ppffttt.. as if. Perhaps they were thinking that im collared i would start doing as im told? lol.. as if..
But life doesnt get any better for me. Im no longer allowed near the fishtank because i get over excited and try to clamber inside. And their still moaning at me for leaving scratch marks on the sofa.
I was only playing.
*purrrs*
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Bad news. Ive been collared. I wasnt happy about it.. i was curled up napping and two of them jumped me...it was all very sudden.. i remember shouts of "dont hurt her" and "mind she doesnt bite you"...
..this is just the WORST day.
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I think ive caught something... ive an...itching.... its so embarrasing. To make matters worse every time i go home they keep trying to put me in a cage. I spent last night hiding in the bottom of the wardrobe and pretending i couldnt hear them calling for me.
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They came back from the Southampton munch and woke me up! So i went outside, ate some grass, came back in and threw up all over the carpet. Ill teach them whos in charge here!
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Am all a flutter.... I went out for a stroll yesterday and spotted the most gorgous thing in a window not far from where i live. He was sat there cleaning himself and then he just stopped and stared at me in the most brazen fashion. Damn he was handsome.
I was so excited i went and hid behind some bushes to peek at him. He went back to cleaning himself and my heart sank..maybe he hadnt noticed me after all.. ? I slunk out and shouted for him to come down..but i dont think he could hear me.
So i was sat on the doorstep wondering what i should do when the door opens and a voice shouts "Ger out of if ya mangy thing!"
Gravel flew in my wake, i can be quick when i want to be. How RUDE. I made a point of jumping on the bonnet of their car on my exit.
But im going to go back there...see if hed like to rub up against me sometime...
*purrs*
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Am sooo tired.. i spent the night on the tiles and got home in the small hours with something to play with. He was a dark hairy thing which always attracts my attention...beedy little eyes though. He was frisky and a little terrified but i only wanted to play and show him how sharp my claws are. Sometimes my prey has no sence of humour.
I had playfully pinned him down and was looking forward to giving him a little bite when he wriggled free, and then darted behind the sofa to hide. I couldnt quite reach him so sat and patiently waited for him to come out.
I think he escaped whilst i was napping... i had a sniff around and couldnt find him.
Nap time.
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Already jaded... i thought had found my dark panther.. he used to spend hours seronading me in the garden... and it led to a moment of passion behind the bins which was thrilling... He promised me a collar... but once he got what he wanted he jumped over the fence without so much as a backward glance.
I ran home and cried. |
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