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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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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