puddingcat (
puddingcat) wrote2006-11-30 10:00 am
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Cats.
Anyone have any idea why Pootle felt it essential to jump on my head at 3am and trample it, while turbopurring like a DBS and dribbling in my ear? So essential, in fact, that even being pushed off twice didn't stop her; she just bounced off the floor & right back onto the pillow again.
Of course, that just woke Sausage up, and he bounced on my ribs until I rolled over & let him snore on my tummy. I'm glad someone got a good night's sleep.
Is this what they call being pussywhipped?
Of course, that just woke Sausage up, and he bounced on my ribs until I rolled over & let him snore on my tummy. I'm glad someone got a good night's sleep.
Is this what they call being pussywhipped?
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No.
I got the first good night's sleep I've had in aaaages last night, thanks to ear-plug technology! :)
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Next thing, you'll be telling me a hummer isn't necessarily a large American car!
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It's a particularly noxious fart that smells like a mixture of rotten eggs and marsh-gas.
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When I try to push Pippa off, she circles round my head and thwaps me with her paw on my nose then headbuts me violently. Busby then sits on my chest purring like a traction engine and rendering me immobile. I think they just like seeing me squirm. Keeps me warm though.
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Last night was Party Night. Apparently.
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...and precipitate the creation of a shredded door instead
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In the mornings I usually get tagg-teamed by Stark and Domino sitting on my chest, sometimes joined by Jools to make it three against one. Call me crazy, but I think it's their way of letting me know that they think I should get out of bed and feed them...
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