I have annexed it back into my country and I intend to remain in it. I can curl up into a ball and snooze my way through the night, omitting the occasional snort as I drift in and out of my Aslan rich dreams.
She'll not get my corner back, oh no! She must play her silly games of dashing about and biting the hand that feeds it around me.
Tuesday, 19 February 2008
Saturday, 9 February 2008
Spring Has Sprung
I feel a little lighter this morning, having just had the most pleasurable groom. This is the equivalent of a Polish Kosmetyki or a facial in Blightey speak. Ah yes, beauty treatments of the world, I am so globally experienced.
Meantime, during the week, I have lived in fear of assault. The teenage mother or 'Killer' as they lovingly call her as she sinks her claws into their feet one more time, has been stalking me. Left alone for hours during the day, we have to spend more than the usual amount of time together. She sits behind the washing rack and then pounces as I saunter past. She spies on me from MY armchair. She positions herself under the table as if she's some lioness in the tundra, (fat)belly squashed against the carpet, small head whurring away as if the brain is registering some activity.
Luckily I am built to withstand any assaults, but it's most tiresome when I wish to take my usual twice daily stroll from kitchen to bedroom, bed to sofa. Not designed for cats, but I think she should move out and live in one of these purple appartments.
And the salmon appears to have dried up. Not seen a pilchard for weeks.
Meantime, during the week, I have lived in fear of assault. The teenage mother or 'Killer' as they lovingly call her as she sinks her claws into their feet one more time, has been stalking me. Left alone for hours during the day, we have to spend more than the usual amount of time together. She sits behind the washing rack and then pounces as I saunter past. She spies on me from MY armchair. She positions herself under the table as if she's some lioness in the tundra, (fat)belly squashed against the carpet, small head whurring away as if the brain is registering some activity.
Luckily I am built to withstand any assaults, but it's most tiresome when I wish to take my usual twice daily stroll from kitchen to bedroom, bed to sofa. Not designed for cats, but I think she should move out and live in one of these purple appartments.
And the salmon appears to have dried up. Not seen a pilchard for weeks.
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