Bonnie - Foot Dance

I looked out of the window and noticed that my neighbour across the road
was behaving in a peculiar manner. He was in the middle of painting his
house and doing a sort of dance, - sideways, hop, - forward, hop, shake
it all about and so on, hop. He also seemed to be waving his paint
brush at something and talking energetically to the something.

I moved closer to the window so that I could see his feet and the toes
sticking out of sandals. Poor man - Bonnie was playing her favourite
toe-biting game. His dancing was becoming more frenzied and the paint
brush was waving around dangerously. Paint would be flying
everywhere. It was time to intervene - I knew there was no stopping
Bonnie - she regarded increased foot dancing as an incentive.

I went over and approached my neighbour "ahhhemm perhaps I had better
remove her."

Neighbour smiling through clenched teeth "She's drawn blood, does she
always do this?"

I nodded "Always, I'm afraid, although she likes some feet better than
others, perhaps you use an extra tasty talc." I handed out the foot
flattery with a straight face.

I took the miscreant home and was so hot unthinkingly kicked off my
shoes inside the door. How stupid can you be. She pounced and
plunged her fangs into my big toe!

"Eeeeeek," I screamed. She tripped me up biting and scratching as I
ran for my shoes. It's not all beer and skittles being owned by a
Burmese!

Bev

--
I believe in an open mind, but not so open
that your brains fall out.

On Fri, 09 Jan 2004 14:37:09 +1300, Bev wrote:

I looked out of the window and noticed that my neighbour across the road
was behaving in a peculiar manner. He was in the middle of painting his
house and doing a sort of dance, - sideways, hop, - forward, hop, shake
it all about and so on, hop. He also seemed to be waving his paint
brush at something and talking energetically to the something.

I moved closer to the window so that I could see his feet and the toes
sticking out of sandals. Poor man - Bonnie was playing her favourite
toe-biting game. His dancing was becoming more frenzied and the paint
brush was waving around dangerously. Paint would be flying
everywhere. It was time to intervene - I knew there was no stopping
Bonnie - she regarded increased foot dancing as an incentive.

I went over and approached my neighbour "ahhhemm perhaps I had better
remove her."

Neighbour smiling through clenched teeth "She's drawn blood, does she
always do this?"

I nodded "Always, I'm afraid, although she likes some feet better than
others, perhaps you use an extra tasty talc." I handed out the foot
flattery with a straight face.

I took the miscreant home and was so hot unthinkingly kicked off my
shoes inside the door. How stupid can you be. She pounced and
plunged her fangs into my big toe!

"Eeeeeek," I screamed. She tripped me up biting and scratching as I
ran for my shoes. It's not all beer and skittles being owned by a
Burmese!

Bev

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Bev skrev i meddelandet ...
I looked out of the window and noticed that my neighbour across the road
was behaving in a peculiar manner. He was in the middle of painting his
house and doing a sort of dance, - sideways, hop, - forward, hop, shake
it all about and so on, hop. He also seemed to be waving his paint
brush at something and talking energetically to the something.

I moved closer to the window so that I could see his feet and the toes
sticking out of sandals. Poor man - Bonnie was playing her favourite
toe-biting game. His dancing was becoming more frenzied and the paint
brush was waving around dangerously. Paint would be flying
everywhere. It was time to intervene - I knew there was no stopping
Bonnie - she regarded increased foot dancing as an incentive.

I went over and approached my neighbour "ahhhemm perhaps I had better
remove her."

Neighbour smiling through clenched teeth "She's drawn blood, does she
always do this?"

I nodded "Always, I'm afraid, although she likes some feet better than
others, perhaps you use an extra tasty talc." I handed out the foot
flattery with a straight face.

I took the miscreant home and was so hot unthinkingly kicked off my
shoes inside the door. How stupid can you be. She pounced and
plunged her fangs into my big toe!

"Eeeeeek," I screamed. She tripped me up biting and scratching as I
ran for my shoes. It's not all beer and skittles being owned by a
Burmese!

Bev

--
I believe in an open mind, but not so open
that your brains fall out.


Aaaw! That was almost like an Ollie story!
Elisabet

Bev wrote:

I looked out of the window and noticed that my neighbour across the road
was behaving in a peculiar manner. He was in the middle of painting his
house and doing a sort of dance, - sideways, hop, - forward, hop, shake
it all about and so on, hop. He also seemed to be waving his paint
brush at something and talking energetically to the something.

I moved closer to the window so that I could see his feet and the toes
sticking out of sandals. Poor man - Bonnie was playing her favourite
toe-biting game. His dancing was becoming more frenzied and the paint
brush was waving around dangerously. Paint would be flying
everywhere. It was time to intervene - I knew there was no stopping
Bonnie - she regarded increased foot dancing as an incentive.

I went over and approached my neighbour "ahhhemm perhaps I had better
remove her."

Neighbour smiling through clenched teeth "She's drawn blood, does she
always do this?"

I nodded "Always, I'm afraid, although she likes some feet better than
others, perhaps you use an extra tasty talc." I handed out the foot
flattery with a straight face.

I took the miscreant home and was so hot unthinkingly kicked off my
shoes inside the door. How stupid can you be. She pounced and
plunged her fangs into my big toe!

"Eeeeeek," I screamed. She tripped me up biting and scratching as I
ran for my shoes. It's not all beer and skittles being owned by a
Burmese!

Bev

--
I believe in an open mind, but not so open
that your brains fall out.

ROFLMAO! I just love that cat.

Bob

Lisa Katt wrote:

Bev skrev i meddelandet ...
I looked out of the window and noticed that my neighbour across the road
was behaving in a peculiar manner. He was in the middle of painting his
house and doing a sort of dance, - sideways, hop, - forward, hop, shake
it all about and so on, hop. He also seemed to be waving his paint
brush at something and talking energetically to the something.

I moved closer to the window so that I could see his feet and the toes
sticking out of sandals. Poor man - Bonnie was playing her favourite
toe-biting game. His dancing was becoming more frenzied and the paint
brush was waving around dangerously. Paint would be flying
everywhere. It was time to intervene - I knew there was no stopping
Bonnie - she regarded increased foot dancing as an incentive.

I went over and approached my neighbour "ahhhemm perhaps I had better
remove her."

Neighbour smiling through clenched teeth "She's drawn blood, does she
always do this?"

I nodded "Always, I'm afraid, although she likes some feet better than
others, perhaps you use an extra tasty talc." I handed out the foot
flattery with a straight face.

I took the miscreant home and was so hot unthinkingly kicked off my
shoes inside the door. How stupid can you be. She pounced and
plunged her fangs into my big toe!

"Eeeeeek," I screamed. She tripped me up biting and scratching as I
ran for my shoes. It's not all beer and skittles being owned by a
Burmese!

Bev

--
I believe in an open mind, but not so open
that your brains fall out.

Aaaw! That was almost like an Ollie story!
Elisabet

Elisebet, I think we have found a worthy successor to Ollie. He would
have been proud of her

Bev

Yowsers, Bev! What a feisty girlkitty!
Christine
"Bev" wrote in message
...
I looked out of the window and noticed that my neighbour across the road
was behaving in a peculiar manner. He was in the middle of painting his
house and doing a sort of dance, - sideways, hop, - forward, hop, shake
it all about and so on, hop. He also seemed to be waving his paint
brush at something and talking energetically to the something.

I moved closer to the window so that I could see his feet and the toes
sticking out of sandals. Poor man - Bonnie was playing her favourite
toe-biting game. His dancing was becoming more frenzied and the paint
brush was waving around dangerously. Paint would be flying
everywhere. It was time to intervene - I knew there was no stopping
Bonnie - she regarded increased foot dancing as an incentive.

I went over and approached my neighbour "ahhhemm perhaps I had better
remove her."

Neighbour smiling through clenched teeth "She's drawn blood, does she
always do this?"

I nodded "Always, I'm afraid, although she likes some feet better than
others, perhaps you use an extra tasty talc." I handed out the foot
flattery with a straight face.

I took the miscreant home and was so hot unthinkingly kicked off my
shoes inside the door. How stupid can you be. She pounced and
plunged her fangs into my big toe!

"Eeeeeek," I screamed. She tripped me up biting and scratching as I
ran for my shoes. It's not all beer and skittles being owned by a
Burmese!

Bev

--
I believe in an open mind, but not so open
that your brains fall out.