A blog about the English life of an American kitty who lives with one human woman and one indentured servant man and sometimes two young boys.
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Last night there was some kind of soiree here and we had a house full of beans and, well, I just don't go for that sort of thing. They were loud and they had big feet and the whole thing really put me off. Pumpy sat on the sofa with some of them but I made a speedy exit from the room.
The party broke up at midnight. At 6 AM this morning I simply went to the bedroom and ran my toenails through the woman's hair and I can only tell you that she was most ungracious about being woken up. I DID get my fudz, in case you were wondering. There was also some kind of apple tart left on the counter that I unwrapped but I didn't fancy it so it remained untouched.
It was a sunny day here, FYI, and Pumpy and I got to have a sun bath in the afternoon.
That is all.
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3 comments:
Beans can be such party animals sometimes. Hope they appreciated that you woke them right on schedule.
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We are glad you got to sunbathe today. We have had nice weather here too.
Those beans were so inconsiderate, Pearl. We hope you taught your woman a lesson.
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