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Poor old Skinbag must have his days really confused, he’s going off to work and given me Egg Nog on the same morning. He’s very scatterbrained lately. I can’t even get him to jump out of bed by attempting to shred my lounge suite!
Well I scored Omega 3 Fish Oil capsule tonight while Skinbag was in the shower. ROFL, he didn’t even notice for a while, but the look on his face was priceless.
I don’t know why he even starts to think he can win…
Skinbag can’t help but turn to mush when I pull the “cutekitten stuff”… I detect eggnog. 😉
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’Å“uvre” 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….
Ah…now that’s a better way to see the year in; Eggnog already! It’s good to see Skinbag suitably apologetic for bundling me into the Cage last night. We were home in a few hours, but still, this Feline will not take the humiliation lightly!
Skinbag has thrown me in the cage and taken me off to some “refuge” while we await the outcome of fires nearby. The indignity of it all…
I suppose I should thank him…later
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…
