Humpf!!

Just another day in this crazy household. Here I am trying to get some sleep, contemplating the unfairness of recent events, practicing my air of disdain for when hanging around Mum and the Bloke and, as always, working on my muse for this blog.

Suddenly, out of nowhere this little plastic Fireman suddenly came arcing through the air, landing right beside me on the bed. This is not a normal occurrence and so I have to admit that it did take me by surprise.

Not that I let it show, I always maintain poise, and calm at all times. It pays to never let anyone else see you caught off guard. That's Dessie's Tip for Today, my Darlings.

But, back to the sudden appearance of the water fairy. It was immediately followed up with the arrive of the impetuous youth which is personified by the Demon Kitten.

When he is going to grow up and accept the mantle of feline aloofness and Independence?

What then developed was a bit of a Mexican Standoff. He wanted it back, I was not going to let the little imp away with interrupting my sleep, I mean, deep, thoughtful contemplation.

He did try to out stare me, but seriously, do you think that I would crumble under such an amateur attempt as his? Of course not!

So I decided to have a little fun with the the little pain. I grabbed the miniature representation of the community servant and dared him to have a go if he thought he had enough sand in his pockets!

The battle of wills commenced. He tried the old opening gambit of slowly trying to creep forwards. Oh Pleasseee! As if I was not already planning for this and was in fact three moves ahead of him.

So he regrouped and tried to affect an air of indifference, trying to see if he could make me lower my guard, enough for a sneak attack. As if!!

But, Dear Readers, let it not be said that I do not have any interest in our future. It is very important that the youth of today is given some feeling of self worth, even if they are nothing but over energetic bundles of uncoordinated energy. He made a grab for the plastic Trumpton, and I decided with split second timing to let him take it. Of course, any outside observers, not being privy to my charitable actions, may have wrongly reached the conclusion that I was too slow to maintain my control over the toy. Ha!! That could not be further from the truth!

Look at the little Scamp, well chuffed he is at his apparent "victory". I dont think so!!

One day he will think about this moment and see it for what it really was, once again, me asserting my power over him to bend his will, to meet my ends. It really is too easy.

But this is enough for today, I will see how my schedule is for whether or not I will be willing to further share my thoughts with you all. Until then, all ways remember to respect the cat.

Ciao,

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Oh well, back to it.....

I suppose that is enough of a break and I have punished you all sufficiently with my absence. I am still not happy with the fact that the DK (Demon Kitten) is still here. Do they not know that in fact a Kitten IS just for Christmas. They should still be able to get a refund for him back at the shop. I keep leaving the receipt in obvious places for them. Still no joy though.

I did think that all my wishes had come true when they packaged him off in my old cage. But it seems that they were only taking him to the vets for his jabs. Should have given the blue injection, I say.

Tweedledum and Tweedledummer have been got to as well. That little kitten has them both twisted around his little paw. Just the other day I saw the traitors letting DK sleep with them on their beds! It has even got to the point where the HAS (Hairy Attention Seeker) just lets the kitten bat him around the nose. The fur brained one does not even show his teeth at the kitten's bad manners, he just sits there and whines away to Mum.

One small sense of victory in Mum and the Blokes quite foolhardy decision in getting the little monster, is that they have been experiencing the joys of kittenhood, the incessant attacking of hands and face that this entails.

I smile and chuckle to myself. What goes around comes around.

One immediate benefit of having the little Furball around is the variation in food and the increased quantities. I don't really mind that the biscuits that I now snack on are a kitten formulation, I am sure it means that it will help keep my youthful complexion.

Another plus was the lovely scratching post that Mum and the Bloke built solely for my use. Oh sure, they may talk about it as if they were really reconstructing an old outside laundry, but in reality they covered it with brushwood screen so that I could keep my claws in tip top condition.

It is a bit unsettling though that the DK seems to have figured out a way to get up onto the roof of it as well. This was a refuge I thought I could rely on. It has forced me further and further onto the roof. This has lead to some problems, like the time that Mum and the Bloke thought I had got myself into a position that I could not get down from. I was merely testing my vocal cords by meowing, I was not, repeat, not, calling out for help as they thought. It was a close thing, the Bloke tried to pull me off the roof in the most undignified manner, but I bravely resisted and after a bit I remembered, I mean, decided to come down from the roof, the way that I had got up there in the first place.

Anyway, my darlings, all this talk has quite tired me out. I think that I will go and have a little nap. I think the DK is currently outside. As long as I don't draw attention to myself, it is too busy tormenting Mum and the Bloke to worry about me.

Ciao for now.

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