Furbag's Bane

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

I want to know why Skinbag has a new PC, just to play a game (admittedly a good looking game, but a game just the same), AND I HAVE 3 F**KING TINS OF FOOD LEFT IN THE CUPBOARD!

There is death looming in the air…

Ah…a good night’s sleep, Star Stones, Vegemite toast, Egg Nog (although not in that order, LOL), a warm porch to lie on and the sound of Porn in the air…

What else could a Furbag ask for? Well, now that you ask… for a start, my OWN expense account, a Furbag Door, that goddam lazy Skinbag to be about more, for him to move over in the bed when he’s told, a camera for when he has “recreational” activities, a shorter whip (that one is a bit too long to swing quickly)…the list goes on…and on… 🙂

It’s driving me crazy! Damn Skinbag, all he seems to have time for now is work, hardware, women, (ok men too I suppose). Nothing for faithful Furbag, savour of his sanity, the one who punishes him when there is no one else to do it!@!! The one who for years has had to work hard to slip the credit card from the wallet just to buy him a few slabs of porn. The one who protects him for all the psychotic killer mice out there…*shivers at the thought of rabid mouse*

For weeks he’s done nothing but hang for his laptop, hang for DVD’s, hang for this game, blah… blah… blah…

He’s working too many evenings, overnights and leaving me untethered, and unfed! BASTARD!@ I just don’t seem to be able to get even a simple 1 hour nap on his lap anymore, nor does he leave me the car window open for me to catch the afternoon sun. Lately the food’s crap, the company’s crap, and I can’t even find a space on the desk anymore. He’s got the bloody laptop where I used to spread out. Meow, Phitzzzz Phitzzzz…Reow.

*wanders off to find some CD’s to whack onto the floor and some paper to throw everywhere*

Goddam Skinbag left for work without feeding me, and just a few star stones left in the bowl.

These early evening shifts of his suck. So, I can see chess pieces everywhere, paper from arsehole to breakfast, and CD’s scattered like autumn leaves! And if I haven’t cooled down enough after that, I’ll trip him up when he comes in the door, and spring upon his back. Oh & btw, the Buddha’s accidently fell off the monitor, I really don’t know how…

Can you believe the cretin (aka Skinbag) lost his letterbox! Now how the hell is the postman supposed to leave his birthday present from the US!! *Sheesh*

There’s nothing nicer for a cold belly than a running switch or router…EXCEPT A BLOODY HEATER Skinbag!!

Ever since the Skinbag has got that bloody Xbox thing, it’s like I don’t exist. If this keeps up I think there will have to be a little teeth in controller cord action!

When my tail finally stops feeling like a putter, I’ll make sure the Skin-bag pays dearly for leaving me out all bloody night again and not getting home until 8 or so. The fact that I looked like some sort of feline version of Andy Warhol has left my reputation in the neighbourhood in tatters.

Skin-bag shall pay.

Today I got yoghurt. Damn I forgot how good it tastes. Not I might add from the Skinbag, but from a visitor. He should have more visitors. They always fall for my “I’m so cute and cuddly.” He hasn’t given me yoghurt or cream for ages.

He hasn’t been too bad last few days, although this not coming home and leaving me out in the cold is GOING TO STOP. I think I shall con him out of an Egg-nog today, hehe he’ll lose!

Can’t believe the bastard left me locked out tonight! My paws are freezing ‘cos I had to walk all the way to an internet cafe, to post this… grrr.