Dear Spike,
I believe we've already established that the "race around the room without touching the floor" game is on the List Of Things Spike Is Not Allowed To Do. Stop it.
Love,
Your Mum.
Dear Kittens,
THAT GOES DOUBLE FOR YOU.
Love,
Not Your Bloody Launching Pad.
p.s. that fucking HURT.
Took out the dead hard drive, kicked it, froze it and put it back in. Still. Dead. Ah well.
I believe we've already established that the "race around the room without touching the floor" game is on the List Of Things Spike Is Not Allowed To Do. Stop it.
Love,
Your Mum.
Dear Kittens,
THAT GOES DOUBLE FOR YOU.
Love,
Not Your Bloody Launching Pad.
p.s. that fucking HURT.
Took out the dead hard drive, kicked it, froze it and put it back in. Still. Dead. Ah well.
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Back in the day when we lived in a humpty bedsitter/flat in Turnpike Lane, Tigger used to do his "wall of death" impression every night at 8pm.
We were also the only family in North London who had brown velvet LACE curtains, after he decided they were the best thing to climb up ever...
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They've done a certain amount of damage to my bamboo blinds here - I can live with that, and I can live with them knocking stuff on the floor, but last night Shona and Callette were jumping onto my back from the back of my chair and then leaping to the dog couch from there, and they can't do that without digging claws in. OW OW OW!
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That jumping to a person's body, then jumping to where they actually WANT to be...where does that come from, I wonder? It's not like they have no other route to take...sigh...Julius and Giddy still use me for a trampoline...my stomach is soooo bruised.
Julius jumps up to the back of my chair when I'm at the computer...then, to make sure he's got a good hold on my shoulders, digs in...yes I do know that word...OW! OW! OW!
I use it often...:D
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