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

Archive for the ‘winge’ Category

Just who’s pussy is it anyway…

Fri ,11/02/2011

Skinbag has been messing with the “wrong” pussy way too many times this week. THIS pussy’s been fighting for bed space all week, and it’s just getting old! A flying leap upon the bed with stuffed mouse seemed to cause only minor interruption to Thursday’s games, and then he decided that I would be totally ignored at lunchtime too!

I foresee several lizard’s in shoes and not just his…

Oh Mr Postman…

Mon ,20/12/2010

Seems that the Skinbag can get these weird looking things to sit in front of his eyes from halfway across the world before I can get his present for this yearly “familial” gathering…

There’s a claw for somebody in this story somewhere…

*whack*

There will be Blood…

Thu ,25/03/2010

NO! This is not, cannot be…

The Contract is out now

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…

The Patter of Little (smaller even than mine) Paws…

Tue ,16/03/2010

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!

Old One Paw…

Wed ,17/02/2010

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….

Against the wall…

Sat ,10/10/2009

Damned Skinbag moved my dining area for fuck knows what reason! I’ve lost my view of the back garden while dining. Now all I get is wood paneling 200mm from my nose…

There will be pain to follow this redecorating on his part! Or, perhaps I’ll turn those new stools of his to sawdust… 🙂

Ring of…

Sat ,11/07/2009

A cat goes out to do what a cat has to do and it’s so bloody windy I got my arse nearly blown up around my nose… undignified!

Just because it has scales, doesn’t mean it’s Fish…

Fri ,13/02/2009

Skinbag’s definitely up to something today, and it’s smells distinctly like Seafood! Where the fuck is all my Shit going?

In the Air…

Sun ,18/01/2009

My whiskers are bristling with suspicion!

It’s been so long, but thanks for all the Fish…

Fri ,24/10/2008

Well finally Skinbag’s better mood for the last day or so has an explanation! Seems there’ll be some cash rolling in again and the crap that he’s been feeding me will once more improve! Also he won’t be under my paws all bloody day from next week and a cat can have a bit of peace and quiet again. From what I gather he’ll be home in the evenings again, and that means I won’t have to miss out on my daily beating up on him when he gets home.