Furbag's Bane

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

Skinbag has decided that I “…have a guts like a football”, and apparently need to go on a food plan! The fact that it’s winter, and he leaves the heater off therefore requiring me to seek a state akin to hibernation, thus reducing my energy loss seems to have escaped his little brain!

In an attempt to circumvent further angst on my part and potential suffocation in his sleep I have augmented his porn supply yet again, albeit at his expense! 🙂 Unfortunately he caught me on the keyboard last night and didn’t quite buy my excuse of “ebay”.

Skinbag’s present arrived today! Damn that was fast!

AND ROFL HE HAS TO GO TO WORK!

The Skinbag was so Feral yesterday that I grabbed his credit card and went shopping on his behalf again this morning. This Pussy knows the Pussy that Skinbag will appreciate. He should cheer up in about a fornight. Meanwhile I’m going to shred some magazines: the lounge suite might not be the wisest target in his currently psychotic state!

It’s amazing how in these days of Hi Tech, a simple toy mouse jammed behind the door can upset the Skinbag so easily. So what if he had to come in the back door with a few bags! LOL. He’s just lucky I didn’t decide to leave a few recycled furballs for him on the floor in the Kitchen for him to step on as he came through.

Now about those Tins in the Cupboard…*taps left rear paw*

Nothing like showing Skinbag’s friends just how little control he really has around the place: everyone knows what I mean.

LOL

Anyway let’s see what else I can shred into hamburger mince while he’s working instead of being here for my amusement.

WARNING: the count of tins in a certain cupboard is WELL below the minimum. There will be a change here…SOON.

I want to know why Skinbag has a new PC, just to play a game (admittedly a good looking game, but a game just the same), AND I HAVE 3 F**KING TINS OF FOOD LEFT IN THE CUPBOARD!

There is death looming in the air…

Ah…a good night’s sleep, Star Stones, Vegemite toast, Egg Nog (although not in that order, LOL), a warm porch to lie on and the sound of Porn in the air…

What else could a Furbag ask for? Well, now that you ask… for a start, my OWN expense account, a Furbag Door, that goddam lazy Skinbag to be about more, for him to move over in the bed when he’s told, a camera for when he has “recreational” activities, a shorter whip (that one is a bit too long to swing quickly)…the list goes on…and on… 🙂

Mmm, Special K, I love a healthy breakfast!

It’s driving me crazy! Damn Skinbag, all he seems to have time for now is work, hardware, women, (ok men too I suppose). Nothing for faithful Furbag, savour of his sanity, the one who punishes him when there is no one else to do it!@!! The one who for years has had to work hard to slip the credit card from the wallet just to buy him a few slabs of porn. The one who protects him for all the psychotic killer mice out there…*shivers at the thought of rabid mouse*

For weeks he’s done nothing but hang for his laptop, hang for DVD’s, hang for this game, blah… blah… blah…

He’s working too many evenings, overnights and leaving me untethered, and unfed! BASTARD!@ I just don’t seem to be able to get even a simple 1 hour nap on his lap anymore, nor does he leave me the car window open for me to catch the afternoon sun. Lately the food’s crap, the company’s crap, and I can’t even find a space on the desk anymore. He’s got the bloody laptop where I used to spread out. Meow, Phitzzzz Phitzzzz…Reow.

*wanders off to find some CD’s to whack onto the floor and some paper to throw everywhere*

*heh* Skinbag has actually gone and bought himself Resident Evil 4, so he’s playing it again. Damn I’ve got him lined up for some midnight shoulder jumping again…I’m so gonna scare the crap out of him again!