Furbag's Bane

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

Byron’s not allowed to go home until 07:06 at least!! There’s been no bribe this week. Grrrrr.

Skinbag’s recent lack of cooperation is disturbing. But I will enjoy the “rewards”.

Well Egg Nog didn’t take long…

What’s next…hmmm…

*heh* the Skinbag is mine for nearly 2 weeks again…

Bwaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh

First thing I’m working on today is Egg Nog! Bastard better come across, this leaving me out in the crap weather, pissing off all the time to stick balls in holes (all f**king sorts) and generally being remiss in his “duties” again isn’t going down well! I suspect the pile of discs I’ve just knocked onto the floor will let him know where we stand @M!!! If I see his bare arse between anyone’s legs before I get Nog, he’ll get a fisting that’s a bit prickly! Actually I might shove both his balls in his OWN hole!

Foolish Skinbag left his Credit Card in easy paw reach, so his birthday present is now on the way: Andrew Blake’s timing is perfect. I love letting my paws to the shopping! This is pussy I know is no threat to my food bowl…

Well Skinbag appears to have a week off, so I have someone to amuse me for the week. I’ve managed to beat him into submission on the food issue already, and the heater too! Still a bit tardy on the door, but I’ll sort that out shortly…

I’ve even had him playing “fetch” with a toy mouse or two, and he thinks he’s playing with ME!

It seems that yet another fan has offered my some goodies. Skinbag has advised that there are several extra Tins in the car for me. That’s good for him, means I won’t have to kick his arse next shopping trip. Considering his shabby performance in the food department lately, he’s had his arse saved, if only for a while.

To all my fans…keep up the good work, I’ll sacrifice a mouse or two in your honour.

Who says that blondes are the only ones to get what they want with good looks! 🙂

*flicks whiskers*

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!!!

Well thanks to Saffireblue a furbag can FINALLY get a decent feed! Chicken tidbits, certainly rock!

Catddamit if the food lately around here isn’t the worst shyte ever! If Skinbag doesn’t get his act together soon and get out there and buy some REAL food, he’s going to get that vasectomy in his sleep…