Furbag's Bane

One Human + One Cat = BDSM and quite a bit of fun…

I’m sorry to say that the old Furbag won’t be updating any more. Unfortunately she was taken by a couple of dogs this afternoon. Thankfully it looks like she was literally caught napping and probably didn’t know what happened. She is now permanently “snoozing” under her favourite Pine Tree in the back yard.It truly is a sad day, and the end of an era. The blog will stay up as a memorial to the many years of pleasure and punishment that the Furbag gave me. No doubt Tigga will continue some of the hilarity of Human vs Feline.

RIP Furbag

RIP – Furbag

I can’t help but think Skinbag is up to something. He’s been a little odd the last couple of nights, and now at the foot of the stairs I spy this…

"There's something afoot Holmes..."

I suspect he’s going to be in need of some smacking about to whip him back into shape!

Skinbag’s tried to pull the excuse of “postponing senility” with this little mind game devised by other demented skinbags!

Skinbag's Senility Prevention

He always loses on this sort of thing, but I’ll show him how to REALLY mess with your pet’s brain if he thinks he’s in a contest…

PS. It does tickle my paws nicely though with it’s “massage pad”. Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

You may have noticed a delay when accessing the site, hopefully the redirect is working for both this site and Skinbag. He’s been implementing a few internal updates going on within the infrastructure here lately. One was a new firewall, and also the shifting of DNS server and Wireless. Some of these necessitated some configuration changes for things to continue to work. It seems he managed to pull it off better than he keeps my menu varied!

Skinbags are really quite insane: I offer this in support of such!

Skinbag seems to be under the impression that I’m calling him “fat” by giving him a rowing machine for his birthday. *shrug* Skinbags are strange thinkers…

NO! This is not, cannot be…

The Contract is out now

I’m thinking the Author’s likely to find a couple of paws stuck down his throat as he wakes up suffocating in the night…

Skinbag and I were taking one of our regular constitutional patrols about the boundaries when he looks down at me oddly albeit with the merest hint of a smirk.

“How would you like a little friend to keep you company at home these days?”

Now I can tell immediately by the slight uncertainty behind those slowly tightening green pissholes in the snow he’d like to think of as eyes, that I’ve already got this argument won. All I have to do is confirm his place at the bottom of the food chain. He’s tried it before, he want’s to get one of those damn little fuzzballs in to be my successor. Little bastard will just wait until I’m sleeping one day then accidentally roll me off the roof. Then of course the little shit will try and look all distraught when the Skinbag gets home after work. I’ve seen how these things work before.

I stopped strolling, looked the Skinbag squarely in those beady green “Hors d’œuvre” and then just reached up and stuck both sets of front claws into his leg lightly, flexing just enough for him to get the message, then wandered off. I suspect he’s got the message again for a while. I guess that should hold him off six months or so. Humans!

I’d been trying the sympathy vote on Skinbag for a few days. Hasn’t seemed to have worked. All I scored was ONE (only fucking ONE) egg nog, the same shit food, and a threat to be put down if I cost $300 or greater!! The Fucker’s gonna pay when he least expects! Grrr….

Apparently Skinbag believes we’re to be thankful (to the Cosmos) that it’s wet & green…

Wet...Green...so what?

Skinbag and his Cosmos, *sigh* sometimes I wonder about him…