Furbag's Bane

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

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….

Egg-Nog, Chicken and Roast Beef: WITHOUT beating the crap out of the Skinbag. Apparently there’s some sort of tribal gathering today, and I need to be kept placated! I’m told that the offerings will no doubt continue for the next couple of days. I AM the top of the Food Chain…

Nothing like a work out beating the crap out of the Skinbag and getting him out of bed bright and early for breakfast. I think his knees hurt after being up on that roof yesterday, he should be easy prey for the stairs today.

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… 🙂

Occassionally Skinbag has a reasonable idea. I think he’s right, it is time for a new look. So I’ve gone for the black look this time. Reflects my strength of character I believe!

Perhaps a few extra Bickies for the Skinbag tonight. 😉

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!

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.

Beginning to wonder whether Skinbag is ever coming home!! Apparently he’s lording it up in Sydney…

I wonder if it’s got anything to do with the Furball I dumped under his feet in the kitchen the the other night: he seemed to disappear not long after that…

What does he expect when he dishes me up crap!