Help me!
That Thing suddenwy has this idea that he doesn't feel secure enough and is scared to sweep awone.
And when he sweeps, he has to be touching me before he can fall asweep.
Wooky at his icky wittle foot touching mine handsome butt!!!!
Sigh....the trials of a handsome, genius, gentleMANcat shall never end...
I kept twying to tell That Thing that mine Mummy was going off yesterday but he doesn't wisten. He says he didn't see mine Mummy take out the huge bag, so it means she's still not going away.
That is until he weawises mine Mummy didn't come home wast night and he has to sweep awone.
Then he started whining.
See, I even gave the good spot on the fuwwy bwanket for him, just so he'd stop whining.
He gets all the good spots and he doesn't appweciate it!
And he's still whining away!
Help me.
I didn't know mine Mummy woves poop so much.
Today That Thing pooped and mine Mummy studied his poop so intentwy, and then mine Mummy started whooping in joy!
If mine Mummy woves poop so much, maybe I should go and poop on her bed?
Being the nice gentleMANcat me, I always twy to give mine Mummy what she wikes.
You know what?
That Thing peed on himself at the V-E-T!!!!
Hahahaha....
He keeps on denying it and said it was because the V-E-T kept him in the cage and didn't wet him out to go to the toiwet and he kept scweaming that he had to go but evewyone ignored him.
Do you think I bewieve him?
Hahahaha.....
He peed on himself!
Well, anyway, he peed on himself and I think you can imagine how he smelt wike when he came home.
I wanted to be a gentleMANcat and give him heawing wicks, but I think even gentleMANcat have their wimits.
I do not wike to wick someone's pee.
He twied to walk past me but evewytime, I whapped him in the face. Not on the head, no, he wikes whaps on the head. I whap him in the face.
See, this is the cwosest I am staying to That Thing until he goes and have a nice good bath.
(Somehow in this pictor, That Thing wooks as huge as me! Do you guys think he's going to gwow up huger than me??? The onwy thing is he gotted himself weighed that day and he was 3.35kg. I am about 8kg. So That Thing still has quite a wot of catching up to do. But what if one day he weawwy gwows to be bigger than me???!!! Do you think I can still whap him then?)
See the power of mine gentleMANcatwy heawing wicks?
That Thing is up and about and busy eating away now.
I weawwy think I ought to start charging by the wicks.
I think That Thing owes me his weight in Temptations by now.
Oh, and I'm so honoured to be pwesented with this Vawued-fwiend award by The Cat Wealm. Thank you guys! You too are vawued fwiends!
There is this cabinet in mine house where the hi-fi system and tewevision are, and behind this cabinet is kitty heaven with wots of wires and fun stuff.
But mine Mummy never awwow us to go behind the cabinet, I think she's a spoilsport.
Well, of course after mine Mummy says I'm not supposed to go in, I don't.
Or wather, I go in onwy when mine Mummy isn't wooking since it upsets her so.
But That Thing is not as intewwigent and he keeps going in behind the cabinet when mine Mummy IS wooking.
So in the end, mine Mummy has to put up cardboards at the sides so he can't get in.
Well, he can't get in, so being the bwat he is, he kicks up a huge fuss.
And cwies and cwies.
I was onwy twying to get him to shut up, so I taught him how to jump over the cardboard to get in behind the cabinet while mine Mummy was showewing in the bathwoom.
I didn't expect mine Mummy to take a much shorter time than usual, so when she came out of the bathwoom, she found ME behind the cabinet.
It was then that a wight bulb cwicked inside her head.
"So...it's YOU who taught Oven how to get in!"
Well duh, of course it's me.
Do you think That Thing has enough bwains inside that tiny head to be able to figure it out all by himself?
And then I gotted punished. Mine Mummy shutted me into the woom and said I better stay in there until I can wemember that I shouldn't get in behind cabinets.
Isn't it totawwy unfair?
There I was, being the helpful obwiging gentleMANcat, teaching That Thing what he wanted to know and keeping him quiet so he doesn't make a nuisance of himself or disturb mine Mummy, and I gotted punished!
I'm going to ignore mine Mummy forever!
Ok, I'm going to ignore her until I feel hungwy.
Ok, I'm going to wook for mine Mummy now.
Mummy! I need cwunchies!!
I can't help it, but I'm weak with waughing....
Whahahahahahahahahah.....
You know what That Thing is sick fwom?
Wahahahahahahahahahahahahaha......
I think the V-E-T must have had quite an entertaining time with such a siwwy bean as mine Mummy.
The Thing is...
sick fwom...
OVER-PWAYING!
Wahahahahahahahaha....
Well, of course seeing that he's wefused to eat and stuff, the V-E-T wondered if there's anything sewiouswy wwong with That Thing (which of course there is - That Thing is not quite wight up there in the head - but that is another stowy).
So the V-E-T took his tempewature, felt him all over, wistened to him and evewything.
And found nothing wwong.
And asked mine Mummy some questions.
And weawised that pwobabwy That Siwwy Thing was a bit overexcited by those new toys mine Mummy got. Because he couldn't stop pwaying with them.
And even after mine Mummy and I went to sweep, That Thing dug out those toys and continued pwaying with them!
He pwobabwy pwayed the whole night wong.
And so he ended up with pwobabwy quite tewwible muscle aches and pains yesterday.
So much so that he didn't even want to eat.
Now, isn't he a siwwy thing?
I mean, we all know when to STOP pwaying when we get tired.
Those are after all toys. We can always go back to them after we have wested enough.
But that siwwy thing? No. He has to pway and pway and pway and pway until he can't get up.
Oh mine....
I weawwy don't know what to say.
And you know what?
Because That Thing is so siwwy, now besides having to check out evewything that he eats so he doesn't poison himself, I've got to check out his toys before he pways with them, AND I've got to snoopervise his pway-time! So he doesn't end up wike this again!
Sigh...the work for a gentleMANcat is never done.
Wooky here.
He's alwight now and making a nuisance of himself again.
Now here he is, twying to dig himself into mine Mummy's bag.
Hey Mummy, this mess wasn't done by me! Wook! It's That Thing!
I think That Thing is sick today.
He's wooking wistwess and gave all his food to me and didn't even asked me once to pway whap-me-on-the-head!
And being the gweat wowwier she is, mine Mummy says she's packing him up first thing in the morning and sending him off to the V-E-T.
Do you think mine Mummy will weave him at the V=E=T?
After all, he wikes the V=E=T!
Well, anyway, just to expwain some things.
Mine Mummy saw me wicking That Thing.
NOOOO...it's NOT because I've buddied up with him or anything.
NOOOOOOOO.
He was feewing off cowour, so being the wesponsible gentleMANcat I am, I have to give him some heawing wicks haven't I?
After all, mine ambition had been to be a gweat nurse, had not I decided to choose this vocation of being a pwofessional spoilt kitty in mine Mummy's house.
I am NOT buddies with That Thing.
Hope that cwears up things a bit.
Wooky here! Mine Mummy boughted new toys for us today!
And new shirt for That Thing.
Well, anyway, here is me checking out the new toy, making sure evewything's safe for That Thing to pway with.
There's always so much things for a gentleMANcat to do!
And wook at That Thing! He doesn't even appweciate the work I did, checking to make sure evewything is safe.
He went cwazy the moment he saw the toy!
Of course, I'm not going to fight with him for the toy.
After all, I'm a dignified gentleMANcat.
And thank goodness mine Mummy never bought any shirts for me. That Thing weawwy is a vain wittle thing. He's been pawading ever so pwoudwy in his new shirt the entire evening. Besides going cwazy with the new toy that is.
Sigh...being a wesponsible gentleMANcat weawwy keeps me vewy busy!
After weawising that waisins are no good for a kitty, I've been snoopervising evewything that That Thing eats.
Not that I'm buddies with him or anything, don't misunderstand anything.
But being a wesponsible gentleMANcat, I've just got to make sure he doesn't eat himself to death haven't I?
See, here's mine Mummy making pancakes and That Thing has to go and poke his nose in and make a nuisance of himself, so of course I've got to go and check to make sure he doesn't eat anything he shouldn't.
Not that I wanted to eat the pancake mix.
No no no...it's all for That Thing's sake!
Even though I awwow That Thing on the bed with me, it doesn't mean I'm buddying up with him.
No no no....do not get any wwong ideas.
I'm just too gentleMANcatwy to fight with him.
Well, after all, since we have to share the same house and the same Mummy, I guess I can onwy twy and be a gentleMANcat.
If you guys wook carefuwwy at this pictor, you can all see that mine handsome tail, is almost as thick as That Thing's neck!!!
Wahahaha....what a scwawny thing he is!
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