A Dinner Date

My boyfriend came over last night for dinner. My dinner. All of it. Every crumb.

The bastard.

He was soaking wet from paw to tail, and Mom & Dad felt sorry that his own family had left him out in the rain all day, so they invited him in to dry off. I didn't mind. I like Tiger. He's a handsome orange tomcat, and he likes me too. We rub heads and I share my treats when he comes over. He must have missed lunch or not had his full toona quota though, because he plowed right through my entire bowl of crunchies! Fer cryin' out loud! I don't mind sharing buddy, but leave some for me! He even licked the dust out of the bottom. EEEEEEWWWW. I insisted that Mom & Dad clean the bowl before filling it again. Boy-cats have no manners.

At least I got a good head rub out of it, and some treats for being such a good share-er. I guess I still came out ahead. Tiger can stay.

~Guen

Humiliating.....just humiliating!

The bith got me good. Of course Dad's not innocent here either. If his damm nose wasn't so sensitive, I could have got away with it. But nooooooooo.

And so I found myself in the laundry tub, unceremoniously having my ass-end washed. Of course I wasn't going to go quietly. I screamed loud enough that Guen came to see what atrocities they were committing against me. I had to have a witness to the abuse so I can use it against them later. Mom didn't even use the pouffy soap......plain old dial deodorant! That's not a fitting scent for a princess! I suppose it's better than poopy-bum, but not much. And it tastes horrible to try to clean out of my fur. At least I got to use a good towel to dry my poopy-bum on. Mom asked Dad to bring her a towel, and thank goodness for his lack of understanding of good vs. crappy towels! I got a brand new baby pink one, fresh out of the package! Hee Hee! I have claimed it in the name of Callie! Never before used on human bodies! It's MINE!

I have to go recover from my ordeal and lick myself back into my usual beauty.....

~a bedraggled but clean Princess Callie

I told Mom not to buy sammo.....

I puked. Several times. Lovely orange stains on Mom's grey carpet. I felt so bad, especially since she spent all afternoon on her knees with the spot cleaner trying to get it out. I hid in the spare room, sheepishly avoiding her. It's not my fault. I told her not to buy the sammo......my tummy doesn't like it. Toona is good, cheekin is okay too. I love the mystery fish in seafood supreme. Just not sammo.

I'm sowwy mom.

~Sibyl

I AM VITTORIOUS!

(that's what I said Mom, vittorious....don't you understand cat?)

I win. Today the sunroom was opened just for me. (okay, Guen tagged along, and technically she was there first, but I was the one who won the battle...) I sat on the cushy chair, window above me open- ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I am the champion. Mom loses. Meh. (smug smile on kitty-lips)

~Princess Callie the great and powerful

Round 2 of Callie vs. Mom: The Sunroom Wars

I threw Mom a bone this morning. climbed up on the bed, walked up on her chest, nuzzled her face and settled in for a pet & purr session- she likes that kind of thing. Especially when I make those little chirping noises. I figured that since the sun was streaming in, with a little buttering-up, she'd see things my way. But noooooooooooooo. It's a beautiful day outside, and still the sunroom doors remain closed. I voiced my opinion loud and clear, you can bet on that. Scared Mom good when I sneaked up behind her and wailed like I had been stepped on. Didn't work though. The bith wouldn't budge on the sunroom issue. She just pointed out that I had every window in the house open- wasn't that enough? Apparently not, mother. Don't you know anything?

You may have won this battle, but I will be vittorius!

~Callie

*note from mom: Flavius Vittorius is a Roman Emperor from 388AD- "victorious" might be the word you want, Callie. :)

Streee-eeee-ee-tch. Yawn. Look around. Mom's on the computer. I wonder if it's dinner time yet? Mmmm. Dinner. Hope it's Toona. Toona's my favorite, but Cheeekin' is okay too. Sammo is good, but when I puke it on Mom's light gray carpets, it stains. Then mom gets upset and I feel sad.

Hmmmm. That chair looks comfy, think I'll wander over there. I wonder if it's dinner time yet?


~The Musings of Sibyl~