Basil no longer loves us. Oh, what to do, what to do?? Since we made the floor cushions he is only interested in them, he lies on them constantly, all day and all night, he used to sleep on the bed with us but now it's just the damn cushions. He doesn't play and frolic about and generally earn his pet-keep any more, it's just cushions all day and no time for anything else. I waved the feather duster at him just before and he acted like he hadn't even seen me, normally just the sight of it would send him into a frenzy.
The cushions themselves are coated in cat fluff and have a hollow worn in the middle just like Mrs Bates's bed in Psycho.
Wednesday 18 May 2005
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Cheap tart.
Our commiserations, our furry overlords only love us because we are Keepers of the Royal Canin and Fridge Attendants.
Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Basil has found the love of his life. How long in human terms is three cat years?
Six months?
- barista
Sweet revenge! A meme for you!
Put the cushion on the bed. Basil will come back then.
Mindy you're a bloody genius!
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