Just call him Pyro...

Feliz cumpleanos!!!

Cat crumple zones??

Where's the video camera when you need it???


It would have to have a wide-angle lens on it ;-)

Cheers, helen s


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Hoppy Purrday, Helen! But I think you will have to watch Marble. He will
surely think of some gruesome revenge for burning him, then dunking him
in the water, and I suspect for laughing at him as well. shakes head

Thank you.

Revenge has been had.

I have a cookery book back from the early part of the 20th century. It's a
hoot, "Miss Tuxford's Cookery For The Middle Classes" Cost me all of 20p from a
jumble sale years ago, but is a valuable insight into life in Britain in that
era.

It has been peed upon ...

Cheers, helen s


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Happy Birthday Helen! Try again for a calm bath experience with your new oil
light--it sounds lovely. But lock the door!

Sherry


Thank you Sherry. The reason the door is unlocked is that the little sh*t
scratches at it to get in if it's locked... Can't win ;-)

Cheers, helen s


Oh I understand that. Mine do too. They *have* to get in the bathroom if I'm in
there. Thankfully all they do is stare.

Sherry

On 19 Dec 2004 20:54:08 GMT, omcom
(dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers) yodeled:

Happy Birthday Helen! Try again for a calm bath experience with your new oil
light--it sounds lovely. But lock the door!

Sherry


Thank you Sherry. The reason the door is unlocked is that the little sh*t
scratches at it to get in if it's locked... Can't win ;-)


Stinky always sends the floor swinging open and BANGS against the
wall. He knows how to make an entrance.


Theresa
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omg, Helen, too close for comfort -- purrs
Christine
"dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers" wrote in
message ...
Oh dear, oh dear. It was my birthday yesterday and my present from Nathan
was a
rose-scented oil light. So this morning whilst I'm doing my beached whale
impersonation in the bath, the room was filled with scent of roses, from
the
oil light. *Lovely* *Bliss*. The bath was a mountain of bubbles and me,
and the
air was filled with a glorious scent of sweet roses.

Then the bathroom door was swatted open by a certain striped Psycho Cat
From
H*ll, who proceeded to leap up on the surface where the little oil light
was.
He sniffed it, to the accompanying sound of singed whiskers... with me
frantically yelling, "No Marble! No!" This did not deter him, nor did the
smell
of burning. Next thing he parks his rear by the oil light & wisps of smoke
rose
from his fur immediately next to the light. In this split second I
levitated
out of the bath, grabbed Marble and danced nekkid round the room, with cat
in
hand, before dunking him in the bath. I am pleased I trimmed his claws two
days
ago.

It would seem that as far as Marble is concerned, his bath was a much
worse
experience than his attempt at being a pyrotechnic (purrotechnic?) maniac.

He's *never* been fascinated by fire like this before, as I frequently
have
candles about the place.

Marble is none the worse for his ordeal - he merely singed his fur &
whiskers.
I, on the other hand, am in dire need of a large gin & tonic for medicinal
purposes and am wondering what revenge will be had against me judging from
the
Feline Look Of Death that is being directed at me.

Yet another example of why he is known as Psycho Cat From H*ll.... Now
with the
name "Pyro" added to the long list of names he has.

Cheers, helen s

Sunday, 19 December 2004


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Oh dear, oh dear. It was my birthday yesterday and my present from Nathan
was a
rose-scented oil light. ...
Sunday, 19 December 2004


Happy late birthday, Helen. I think Marble should forgive you as a birthday
present.
Annie

dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers wrote:

Then the bathroom door was swatted open by a certain striped Psycho Cat From
H*ll, who proceeded to leap up on the surface where the little oil light was.
He sniffed it, to the accompanying sound of singed whiskers... with me
frantically yelling, "No Marble! No!" This did not deter him, nor did the smell
of burning. Next thing he parks his rear by the oil light & wisps of smoke rose
from his fur immediately next to the light. In this split second I levitated
out of the bath, grabbed Marble and danced nekkid round the room, with cat in
hand, before dunking him in the bath. I am pleased I trimmed his claws two days
ago.

It would seem that as far as Marble is concerned, his bath was a much worse
experience than his attempt at being a pyrotechnic (purrotechnic?) maniac.


It is a good thing that there are no web cams at the Simmons manse.

Pam S. LOL

Sherry wrote:

Happy Birthday Helen! Try again for a calm bath experience with your new oil
light--it sounds lovely. But lock the door!

Sherry


Thank you Sherry. The reason the door is unlocked is that the little sh*t
scratches at it to get in if it's locked... Can't win ;-)

Cheers, helen s



Oh I understand that. Mine do too. They *have* to get in the bathroom if I'm in
there. Thankfully all they do is stare.

Sherry


It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't so critical while staring. Mine
tend to glare at me with expressions ranging from fascinated terror to
pure disgust.

Pam S.

I'm glad you caught the fire in time. I sure don't wish cat flambe' on
anyone.

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"dirtylitterboxofferingstospammers" wrote in
message ...
Oh dear, oh dear. It was my birthday yesterday and my present from Nathan
was a
rose-scented oil light. So this morning whilst I'm doing my beached whale
impersonation in the bath, the room was filled with scent of roses, from the
oil light. *Lovely* *Bliss*. The bath was a mountain of bubbles and me, and
the
air was filled with a glorious scent of sweet roses.

Then the bathroom door was swatted open by a certain striped Psycho Cat From
H*ll, who proceeded to leap up on the surface where the little oil light
was.
He sniffed it, to the accompanying sound of singed whiskers... with me
frantically yelling, "No Marble! No!" This did not deter him, nor did the
smell
of burning. Next thing he parks his rear by the oil light & wisps of smoke
rose
from his fur immediately next to the light. In this split second I levitated
out of the bath, grabbed Marble and danced nekkid round the room, with cat
in
hand, before dunking him in the bath. I am pleased I trimmed his claws two
days
ago.

It would seem that as far as Marble is concerned, his bath was a much worse
experience than his attempt at being a pyrotechnic (purrotechnic?) maniac.

He's *never* been fascinated by fire like this before, as I frequently have
candles about the place.

Marble is none the worse for his ordeal - he merely singed his fur &
whiskers.
I, on the other hand, am in dire need of a large gin & tonic for medicinal
purposes and am wondering what revenge will be had against me judging from
the
Feline Look Of Death that is being directed at me.

Yet another example of why he is known as Psycho Cat From H*ll.... Now with
the
name "Pyro" added to the long list of names he has.

Cheers, helen s

Sunday, 19 December 2004


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It is a good thing that there are no web cams at the Simmons manse.

Ne'er a truer word spoken ;-)

Cheers, helen s


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