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Apparently there is some scurrelous rumour that I am a “Black Bandit” code named “Zorro”…
On the upside, apparently I’m being offered some freebies! I might have to whip the Skinbag into actually taking the offer up, he deals me shit from a tin lately!
Apparently the Skinbag has been industrious and moved my blog onto the new box. *heh* Guess he must have noticed me eying the lounge suite when he said to me “I’ll get to it soon…”. 🙂
Anyway I’ve a new server to blog on, and I noticed he’s been out and put a dozen cans in THE cupboard! Better him than me having to screw around with mysql databases…but that’s what a Skinbag is for, isn’t it?
Skinbag IS seriously going to regret this…
I suspect he thought I don’t check the recycling.
If he thinks he can…meow, reow pssffft RANT! etc…
*sharpens claws & eyes lounge* … A certain Skinbag best get to the supermarket, THE cupboard (the only one that matters) has only ONE (1) tin left in it…
Damn high humidity weather makes a cat’s fur all weird, and these goddam attacks of static electricity are making me confuse myself with a blowfish! Damn rosella’s in the back yard are keeling over with laughter everytime I go “puff” outside.
Still gives me extra kilometreage when ripping into either the skinbag or his evening visitors. It’s a good chance to torture the suckers and know they will have trouble getting back to sleep. And, the skinbag can’t throw me in the “slot” at the moment, because his car’s at Jimbo’s the mechanic.
It’s taken me a while, but I’m finally beating Skinbag into submission.
He’s finally worked out that I’m no ordinary street moggie happy to drink out of a bowl in with that bloody noisy washing machine. I’m class! It’s taken a few years of modelling, but finally he’s cottoned on. The other week he finally got the hint that I like to drink out of a glass like any other self respecting owner. I now have him getting me glasses of water instead of that damn crappy plastic bowl! Furbag rules!!! 🙂
Oh and after his last little spending spree, I’d better not see that cupboard run out!!!
Skinbag’s in the strangest of moods tonight. So strange, it even distracted me from shredding his leg for the crap food he just fed me! Maybe later, when I can catch him by surprise in the middle of the night. Nothing a quick biffing about the nose with a paw or two wont’ fix.
Skinbag tells me today that his new job is certain and that from today, at least for a while, he’s going to be around in the evenings. “Hmm, does this mean more heater? And regular feeding again?” I meowed. His answer indicated life could get better for a poor abused Furbag. Perhaps I’ll leave that stawberry milk alone that he’s left on the table…
*ponders*
No, I think that perhaps it’s getting too warm…
Well day late, but Skinbag got his present. There better be Egg Nog all round today!!! 🙂
Paws crossed the Skinbag’s pussy from the pussy arrives today. After all it’s his birthday today and I suppose I should be nice to him 😉