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Reading the Paper with Bonnie
It's cool here this morning with a touch of autumn in the air.
Bonnie expects home comforts and warmth is at the top of her list. She began her performance the moment I stretched out in the lazy-boy chair with the Sunday newspaper. She started up with ear-splitting yowling. "More food," I queried her, "clean litter box?" "Yes," she yelled back. I performed the necessary slave services and settled down again. Crash, she landed in the middle of my newspaper. "You can sit on my warm chest," I said, "but don't pester me." I might as well have tried to hold back the sea. She started by licking the remains of my breakfast off my mouth. "Stop it," I spluttered. She responded by trying to get the rest of the breakfast bits from my teeth! I went off and rewashed my face and cleaned my teeth. She was back on my knee the instant I sat down. The food option having been exhausted she began crunching up several small buttons on my blouse. I covered them up. She transferred her attention to the newspaper and suddenly sprang at it, taking the whole thing with her to the floor. "Leave me alone," I shouted, grabbing back the newspaper and hissing at her. Bonnie smirked, she had just started. The sneak attack on the newspaper from the top of the chair worked like a charm and made a neat tear in the news section. I muttered a few obscenities, picked up the paper and went on reading. She crept quietly up on my knee from the window side of the chair and looked at me angelically. Who could resist those mellting, tawny-green eyes and that pitiful meow, "OK," I said but behave yourself" She flipped over on her back, leaning against my arm and began sucking her stomach, (a favourite pastime). When she sucks, both front paws are in kneading mode, one in, (me, ouch), the other in (me, ouch). I put down the newspaper and put a towel under her claws. Things were peaceful for two minutes - until Clyde arrived. Clyde enjoys sucking Bonny's stomach as much as she does (they never suck his) and his antenna had picked up the sucking sounds. His arrival on top of the newspaper was the equivalent to the weight of several bricks. Clyde settled himself in the middle of the newspaper and began to suck. The slurping noise from them both was frightful. Then his claws began, in, out (ouch, ouch). Oh what the hell, perhaps I'd write a story for RPCA. I upended cats and newspaper into the nicely warmed chair and left them to it. As I write I can hear the sounds of purring and sucking - they had won!!!! Bev -- I believe in an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out. |
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It's nice to hear some people still read (or try to read) newspapers, as so
many these days get their news from tv watching (at least in USA). LOL the belly-sucking duo you have. Only Maluce here does anything like that....when getting loving pets and strokes, she stretches out her "under-side" front leg and diligently sucks - making that noise you described - while purring very loudly. The Evil 3 are such porkers it would be amazing if they could suck on their own bellies. "Bev" wrote in message ... : It's cool here this morning with a touch of autumn in the air. : Bonnie expects home comforts and warmth is at the top of her list. She : began her performance the moment I stretched out in the lazy-boy chair : with the Sunday newspaper. She started up with ear-splitting : yowling. "More food," I queried her, "clean litter box?" : : "Yes," she yelled back. : : I performed the necessary slave services and settled down again. : Crash, she landed in the middle of my newspaper. "You can sit on my : warm chest," I said, "but don't pester me." : : I might as well have tried to hold back the sea. She started by : licking the remains of my breakfast off my mouth. "Stop it," I : spluttered. She responded by trying to get the rest of the breakfast : bits from my teeth! I went off and rewashed my face and cleaned my : teeth. : : She was back on my knee the instant I sat down. The food option having : been exhausted she began crunching up several small buttons on my : blouse. I covered them up. She transferred her attention to the : newspaper and suddenly sprang at it, taking the whole thing with her to : the floor. : : "Leave me alone," I shouted, grabbing back the newspaper and hissing at : her. Bonnie smirked, she had just started. The sneak attack on the : newspaper from the top of the chair worked like a charm and made a neat : tear in the news section. I muttered a few obscenities, picked up the : paper and went on reading. : : She crept quietly up on my knee from the window side of the chair and : looked at me angelically. Who could resist those mellting, tawny-green : eyes and that pitiful meow, "OK," I said but behave yourself" : : She flipped over on her back, leaning against my arm and began sucking : her stomach, (a favourite pastime). When she sucks, both front paws : are in kneading mode, one in, (me, ouch), the other in (me, ouch). I : put down the newspaper and put a towel under her claws. : : Things were peaceful for two minutes - until Clyde arrived. : Clyde enjoys sucking Bonny's stomach as much as she does (they never : suck his) and his antenna had picked up the sucking sounds. His : arrival on top of the newspaper was the equivalent to the weight of : several bricks. Clyde settled himself in the middle of the newspaper : and began to suck. The slurping noise from them both was frightful. : Then his claws began, in, out (ouch, ouch). : : Oh what the hell, perhaps I'd write a story for RPCA. I upended cats : and newspaper into the nicely warmed chair and left them to it. As I : write I can hear the sounds of purring and sucking - they had won!!!! : : : Bev : -- : I believe in an open mind, but not so open : that your brains fall out. |
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Basho and I have a morning routine somewhat similar. I like to read the
paper before I go to work, but Basho always demands sugar right at the same time. I have to put the paper down several times to snuggle him. -- Victor Martinez Owned and operated by the Fantastic Seven (TM) Send your spam he Email me he |
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Love the story, Bev! The idea of getting to sit down and do anything you
want to do besides cat coddling is futile as I well know. Christine "Bev" wrote in message ... It's cool here this morning with a touch of autumn in the air. Bonnie expects home comforts and warmth is at the top of her list. She began her performance the moment I stretched out in the lazy-boy chair with the Sunday newspaper. She started up with ear-splitting yowling. "More food," I queried her, "clean litter box?" "Yes," she yelled back. I performed the necessary slave services and settled down again. Crash, she landed in the middle of my newspaper. "You can sit on my warm chest," I said, "but don't pester me." I might as well have tried to hold back the sea. She started by licking the remains of my breakfast off my mouth. "Stop it," I spluttered. She responded by trying to get the rest of the breakfast bits from my teeth! I went off and rewashed my face and cleaned my teeth. She was back on my knee the instant I sat down. The food option having been exhausted she began crunching up several small buttons on my blouse. I covered them up. She transferred her attention to the newspaper and suddenly sprang at it, taking the whole thing with her to the floor. "Leave me alone," I shouted, grabbing back the newspaper and hissing at her. Bonnie smirked, she had just started. The sneak attack on the newspaper from the top of the chair worked like a charm and made a neat tear in the news section. I muttered a few obscenities, picked up the paper and went on reading. She crept quietly up on my knee from the window side of the chair and looked at me angelically. Who could resist those mellting, tawny-green eyes and that pitiful meow, "OK," I said but behave yourself" She flipped over on her back, leaning against my arm and began sucking her stomach, (a favourite pastime). When she sucks, both front paws are in kneading mode, one in, (me, ouch), the other in (me, ouch). I put down the newspaper and put a towel under her claws. Things were peaceful for two minutes - until Clyde arrived. Clyde enjoys sucking Bonny's stomach as much as she does (they never suck his) and his antenna had picked up the sucking sounds. His arrival on top of the newspaper was the equivalent to the weight of several bricks. Clyde settled himself in the middle of the newspaper and began to suck. The slurping noise from them both was frightful. Then his claws began, in, out (ouch, ouch). Oh what the hell, perhaps I'd write a story for RPCA. I upended cats and newspaper into the nicely warmed chair and left them to it. As I write I can hear the sounds of purring and sucking - they had won!!!! Bev -- I believe in an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out. |
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In article , wrote: Oh what the hell, perhaps I'd write a story for RPCA. I upended cats and newspaper into the nicely warmed chair and left them to it. As I write I can hear the sounds of purring and sucking - they had won!!!! Lol! Poor Bev! Suz Macmoosette Thank Heavens There's Only One =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= =^..^= I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things. |
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Dear Bonnie, Please keep up your shennanigans. If, by doing so, you make
your meowmie write more stories you'll have our 100% support! Go Bonnie! Go Clyde! Yowie "Bev" wrote in message ... It's cool here this morning with a touch of autumn in the air. Bonnie expects home comforts and warmth is at the top of her list. She began her performance the moment I stretched out in the lazy-boy chair with the Sunday newspaper. She started up with ear-splitting yowling. "More food," I queried her, "clean litter box?" "Yes," she yelled back. I performed the necessary slave services and settled down again. Crash, she landed in the middle of my newspaper. "You can sit on my warm chest," I said, "but don't pester me." I might as well have tried to hold back the sea. She started by licking the remains of my breakfast off my mouth. "Stop it," I spluttered. She responded by trying to get the rest of the breakfast bits from my teeth! I went off and rewashed my face and cleaned my teeth. She was back on my knee the instant I sat down. The food option having been exhausted she began crunching up several small buttons on my blouse. I covered them up. She transferred her attention to the newspaper and suddenly sprang at it, taking the whole thing with her to the floor. "Leave me alone," I shouted, grabbing back the newspaper and hissing at her. Bonnie smirked, she had just started. The sneak attack on the newspaper from the top of the chair worked like a charm and made a neat tear in the news section. I muttered a few obscenities, picked up the paper and went on reading. She crept quietly up on my knee from the window side of the chair and looked at me angelically. Who could resist those mellting, tawny-green eyes and that pitiful meow, "OK," I said but behave yourself" She flipped over on her back, leaning against my arm and began sucking her stomach, (a favourite pastime). When she sucks, both front paws are in kneading mode, one in, (me, ouch), the other in (me, ouch). I put down the newspaper and put a towel under her claws. Things were peaceful for two minutes - until Clyde arrived. Clyde enjoys sucking Bonny's stomach as much as she does (they never suck his) and his antenna had picked up the sucking sounds. His arrival on top of the newspaper was the equivalent to the weight of several bricks. Clyde settled himself in the middle of the newspaper and began to suck. The slurping noise from them both was frightful. Then his claws began, in, out (ouch, ouch). Oh what the hell, perhaps I'd write a story for RPCA. I upended cats and newspaper into the nicely warmed chair and left them to it. As I write I can hear the sounds of purring and sucking - they had won!!!! Bev -- I believe in an open mind, but not so open that your brains fall out. |
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