Furbag's Bane

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

Ahhhh did I fix the Skinbag or what! I gave him and his Gypsy hell last night. Up & Down since 01:50. He never really had a chance, I knew he was working today and I was going to make sure he knew I hadn’t forgiven him his transgressions recently. I’ve waited some time for this, and I did so enjoy making him suffer. Admittedly it’s unfortunate for his offsider last night, but well casualties of war so to speak. I will have to give him an easy night tonight, or the poor dear might decided to retaliate. I did end up in the slot for a while last night, not sure I wan’t that again for while.

Well Skinbag’s present has arrived. I’m giving it to him via a rather circular route (excuse the pun)…

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!!

*heh* stupid Skin-bag should have listened to me: he had to throw the pot away and then go buy more meat for his goddam pie!

I should let the Skinbag look at boots more often: two more Egg Nogs today. That’s well worth shaking a mouse at!

Apparently the Skinbag has changed his role at work. Now it means (according to him) that I’ll have to get used to some whole new feeding regime. Pfft I’ll shred something serious before I let him tell me when I am getting fed or not. I gather it will mean more of that plastic stuff going into his little plastic card thingy, which means I can finally get the skinbag to buy better food, and more of it, and a few creature comforts.

I have presented him with the following list:

• Better food (I’d say more eggs & chicken at the least)
• A nice cushion for infront of the heater
• An electrically warmed cushion for on the desk in the study
• A remote controlled Furbag Door
• A laptop so I can use the internet on the kitchen table
• Some other skinbag(s) that can stay in the bed to warm my paws while he’s out in the slave pit paying for all of the above.

I noticed this morning that the Skinbag’s present has shipped. *heh* I couldn’t resist walking over his head and then over to the window to hack a few claws to wake him up to tell him. Then I made him give me food – he’s so my bitch!

He seems to have got much better again lately. Seems that Xbox thingy has settled down now. I’ve had 2 egg nogs a week for the last 3 so life is better. Bastard even gave me raw chicken the other night. So I think it will amuse me to give him pussy porn for his birthday. Besides, it’s costing him anyway and his collection in the lounge hasn’t changed much lately.

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!