Porky? Me?
Is not happy. Rained on and Fred surprised me in the rose bushes this morning. I just hate the way he sneaks up and then clutters 2 inches behind me. Made me jump horribly.
And while I am the subject of leaping around - Got a really nasty comment a few days back. What does she mean 'porky'? Am very hurt. Would like to see a photo of her on here 'cos she's no oil painting herself. Last time I looked at her the whiskers were definitely droopy.
Still concerned about what They have planned for this afternoon and evening. They went out early yesterday and again today......
posted by jkl @ 7:54 AM
3 Comments:
Droopy whiskers? At least my breath doesn't smell of meat and both of my ears are still in one piece.
Ok then Kitty Kat.
You wanna get tough.
Right then:
Your ears might still be in one piece but U-Know-Who chomped on mine and I'm GLAD. (More than she ever got in 26 years)
As for the breath bit - Senior fish pouches are the pits as I know all too well, but to comment like that is most unfair as we all realise I can't do much about the fact that They insist on buying them.
Wasn't it your brother who ate half of your ear? That is kind of sick.
And you're right, I have never had a cat nibble on my ear lobe and my life is obviously the worse for it. Now shush or I'll have you declawed.
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