Hi Everyone, Mr Hugs here,
And I want you to
know right up I am NOT happy. I don't know what has come over the
blessed woman - in fact, I am positive she has totally lost her mind.
We have three new
kittens here at home with us!! She darn well went out the other night,
and deliberately brought home three new screaming mouths to feed. I
have registered my profound displeasure with this situation as clearly
as I can - but no-one appears to be taking any notice of what I have to
say. And it is going to take a lot more than bacon to make this right!
Smitty, the damn
fool, is helping her with looking after them. He reckons the sooner
they are trained and old enough they will be gone. Cause Mum said so,
apparently. Did that happen with us, huh? No! Traitor, is all I can
say!
At
least Tabatha is showing some sense and staying away from the squealing
things. Good Lord, do they never shut up?? 1.30 in the darn morning!!
A man needs his beauty sleep, I tell you. It takes hard work to look
this good, and this situation is not helping at all.
My suggestions
for a solution are falling on deaf ears here, and now she seems to have
sucked Dad and Aunty Deb into her craziness.
What is a cat to do??
Thursday, 21 May 2015
Champion Hunter - in my own lunchbox anyway.
Hi everyone, Smitty here.
I'm doing well - both Mum and Aunty Deb are mad at me now. Mind you, I think it is partly their own fault, but hey, I'm not saying that to them. Not out loud anyway.
It all started when I was being teased by a PeeWee, one of those black and white squawky things - and Mum told me to leave it alone. Then she said I wouldn't be able to catch it anyway! Well, there you go - her fault, right there!
It took a little while, but I managed to grab the damn thing - and right then realised I had made a big mistake. That thing fought back!
I managed to get it halfway into the laundry but it sure wasn't easy. I was hanging on and it was flapping, squawking and pecking me. I was really glad to see Mum and Aunty Deb when they came running, not that I am going to admit that either. Mum gave me a good shake and I let go of the bird which flew off outside. I was put in lockdown and I have to admit, I was really glad about that - I didn't want to go out there with that devil thing waiting for me.
But I wasn't going to say that out loud where she could hear me - so I just spat out the feathers and stalked off with my tail up high like I didn't care at all.
When Mum told Dad, he got a big grin on his face and said "That's my boy" and gave me a big cuddle.
I'm doing well - both Mum and Aunty Deb are mad at me now. Mind you, I think it is partly their own fault, but hey, I'm not saying that to them. Not out loud anyway.
It all started when I was being teased by a PeeWee, one of those black and white squawky things - and Mum told me to leave it alone. Then she said I wouldn't be able to catch it anyway! Well, there you go - her fault, right there!
It took a little while, but I managed to grab the damn thing - and right then realised I had made a big mistake. That thing fought back!
I managed to get it halfway into the laundry but it sure wasn't easy. I was hanging on and it was flapping, squawking and pecking me. I was really glad to see Mum and Aunty Deb when they came running, not that I am going to admit that either. Mum gave me a good shake and I let go of the bird which flew off outside. I was put in lockdown and I have to admit, I was really glad about that - I didn't want to go out there with that devil thing waiting for me.
But I wasn't going to say that out loud where she could hear me - so I just spat out the feathers and stalked off with my tail up high like I didn't care at all.
When Mum told Dad, he got a big grin on his face and said "That's my boy" and gave me a big cuddle.
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