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Skinbag was livid, I stayed out all night until 06:00 this morning. *heh* I slipped out before he locked the door! I was looking at him through the back study window last night giving him the paw and he was fit to burst! Apparently the fool thought I was going to come in just because I saw him: he was mistaken. 🙂
Score: Fish Fingers much better than that shit Skinbag dished me up. I think he might be noticing his sandwiches a little lighter and thinner though…
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.
No Fucking breakfast, and now shit for dinner: Skinbag is really looking to get a paw down his throat! How can decent food be so difficult?
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… 🙂
Chicken Roll for lunch, nice of the Skinbag to consider me. Security around this joint is really falling down … 😛
SCORE! One Furry face in Skinbag’s breakfast cereal for more than 5 seconds! Bit sticky though.
Skinbag seems a lot more relaxed the last few days, but particularly today. Didn’t seem too fussed about a few teeth in the shin! I’d hoped some more pr0n from his pussy might pull him out of it, but it’s not arrived at this stage. I suppose it’s keeping some customs inspector amused before s/he clags up the box. Anyway that said, his mood tonight indicates that life will be a lot less tense now and my food schedule might go back to normal: i.e. on demand. If only the cosmos will send an angel/demon into the den…
Since the old Skinbag has been reasonably obliging lately, I enquired whether he thought he deserved a birthday present. As a consequence I got him a “Snow Leopard” for his ensuing birthday. Should arrive later in the week: just in time. Although damned if I know what he wants with another cat, it can only be inferior!
I wonder just how many Egg-Nogs I can score off Skinbag just for going through the door… 🙂
Score: Furbag 646 -> Skinbag 2