Putting On Clothes With Mommy

Putting on Clothes With Mommy

Cast of characters:

Sammy - 2 1/2 month old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

Mommy walks towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait, stalking the fleet
gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her prey and attaches herself to
Mommy's right ankle.

Mommy stops in mid-step in order to keep from slinging Sammy across the room
and hops around on one foot for a few minutes while Sammy nibbles on Mommy's
ankle.

Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle and gently places Sammy on the bedroom
floor.

Mommy detours from dresser to bedside table, sits on bed and dabs at bloody
ankle with tissue and sighs.

Mommy rises and heads back towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait, stalking
the fleet gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her prey and tries to
attach herself to Mommy's ankle. However, Mommy is onto Sammy now and
sidesteps. Sammy misses Mommy's ankle and runs head first into dresser.

Mommy picks up Sammy and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head then gently
places Sammy on the bedroom floor - all the while chuckling evilly at having
out-witted a wayward kitten (oh the depths to which we can sink!).

Mommy opens dresser drawer to remove a fresh pair of undies.

Sammy jumps up into dresser drawer and starts rampaging through all the
neatly folded lingerie. Mommy disentangles Sammy from her undies and gently
places Sammy on bedroom floor, then patiently re-folds lingerie.

[In deference to my tired fingers and to keep the length of this note
reasonable, please just re-read the above paragraph about 5 or 6 times until
we get to the next act.]

Mommy finally manages to extract a pair of undies from the dresser drawer
and close it before Sammy can rampage again.
Mommy bends over to slip on undies and thus Sammy realizes her prey is
tiring and it is time to strike again. Sammy jumps up and attaches herself
to Mommy's scalp.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her hair and gently places Sammy on the
bedroom floor.

In a rush to staunch the flow of blood from her scalp (head wounds bleed
freely), Mommy starts to walk towards bedside table for a tissue, forgets
that undies are still around ankles, trips on undies, and falls headlong to
bedroom floor.

Having finally brought down her prey, Sammy leaps on the back of Mommy's
neck in order to make her kill.

Mommy removes Sammy from the back of her neck and gently places Sammy on the
bedroom floor.

Mommy rises, pulls up undies, and heads for the bedside table. Mommy sits on
the bed, dabs at bloody scalp and neck with a tissue, and sighs.

Mommy heads back to the dresser and opens a drawer to get a bra. Sammy,
having learned her lesson, is not lying in wait for her prey under the bed,
she is lying in wait for her prey under the dresser. As her prey draws
closer her tail starts to twitch with excitement. As the perfect moment to
strike arrives Sammy leaps out and attaches herself to Mommy's left ankle.

In pain and shock, Mommy lifts up left leg in order to grab Sammy, but said
leg is too close to dresser and left knee smashes into underside of open
dresser drawer. Saying very bad words, Mommy swiftly leans over to grab
Sammy and in her anger miscalculates and smashes her head on top of dresser.

Instead of kissing Mommy's boo-boos Sammy chuckles evilly (OK she gave a
high-pitched mewl, but it sounded like evil chuckling) and continues to
nibble on Mommy's left ankle.

Mommy finally manages to detach Sammy from her ankle and firmly places Sammy
on the bedroom floor.

Mommy heads back to the bedside table, sits on the bed, dabs at bloody ankle
with a tissue, and sighs.

Meanwhile, Sammy has jumped up into Mommy's bra drawer and is in the midst
of killing 3 of Mommy's best lace bras.

Mommy heads back to the dresser, dons a torn bra (there is a bit of nipple
showing, but the others are in worse shape), and sighs.

Mommy, now onto Sammy's drawer antics, opens her pantyhose draw just enough
to slip her hand in and quickly extract a pair of pantyhose. In her haste to
close the drawer before Sammy can jump in, she slams the drawer shut on the
tips of her fingers. Sammy looks up at Mommy and smiles evilly.

Mommy yanks the pantyhose lose from the drawer and heads towards the bedroom
chair in order to don them. Sammy, seeing a sinuous beige snake hanging from
Mommy's hand decides to steal Mommy's kill for herself. Sammy leaps up and
sinks all four sets of claws and her teeth into the snake and swings back
and forth hoping her great weight will pull the snake from Mommy's hands.

Mommy, finally understanding the futility of trying to don pantyhose in
front of Sammy, puts Sammy in adjacent bathroom and shuts the door.

Sammy starts to howl pitifully at the top of her lungs and DH peeks his head
out from under the covers to yell, "For gawd's sake, let that cat out of the
bathroom before she wakes the whole block!"

Mommy dons a fresh pair of pantyhose and sighs.

Mommy lets Sammy out of the bathroom and starts to walk back towards the
dresser for a slip. Sammy, enraged at being denied her prey, rushes headlong
toward the retreating Mommy and launches herself at the back of Mommy's
legs.

Pantyhose rip along with a good bit of skin and Mommy shrieks in pain. DH
peeks his head out from under the covers to yell, "For gawd's sake.." Mommy
picks up a slipper and throws it at DH's head. Sammy sees the colorful bird
flying across the bedroom and promptly leaps in pursuit. The slipper lands
next to DH's head, but Sammy lands ON DH's head. DH shrieks in pain. Mommy
smiles evilly.

DH brings Sammy into the bathroom with him in his search for tincture of
iodine and bandages. Mommy sits on bed, dabs at bloody calves, and sighs.

Mommy dons a new pair of pantyhose and her slip while Sammy is preoccupied
with trying to grab a band-aid from DH's hand before he can apply it to his
forehead.

As Mommy heads for the closet to pick out a suit for the day, DH exits the
bathroom and Sammy streaks across the bedroom floor heading for her escaping
prey. Mommy puts on a burst of speed and manages to get into the closet and
close the door before Sammy can get to her.

However, Mommy hears a small thump and knows that Sammy has run head first
into the closet door. Mommy has a soft heart so she opens the door, picks
Sammy up, and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head. Then Mommy gently places
Sammy on the closet floor.

Sammy immediately heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor, there to
conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as big as they can
get and her neck is craning as she peers over the pile of shoes and stalks
her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy starts looking through the racks of clothes to find an appropriate
suit to wear (the big boss is coming in from Los Angeles today and she must
look her very best).

Sammy sees the swaying clothes and thinks what a fun game it would be to
swing from them as Mommy pushes them back and forth. It has to be just fate
and not the evilness of one tiny kitten that makes Sammy choose Mommy's best
suit to jump onto. Mommy sighs as she hears the ripping cloth.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her (formerly) best suit and firmly places her
on the closet floor.

Sammy again heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor, there to
conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as big as they can
get and her neck is craning as she peers over the pile of shoes and stalks
her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy dons her second best suit as she warily keeps an eye on Sammy.
Thankfully, the only thing left for Mommy to do is find a pair of shoes to
wear.

Mommy picks up her favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds of tiny teeth
marks in the fine, soft leather and sighs.

Mommy picks up her next favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds of tiny
teeth marks in the fine soft leather and sighs.

Since her prey is so distracted by her browsing, Sammy decides that this is
the perfect time to strike. The next time Mommy leans over to pick up a pair
of tooth-marked shoes Sammy leaps on the softly rounded rump of the beast
(the tastiest part of the prey) and attempts to take a large mouthful of the
succulent meat.

Mommy jerks upright and slams her head on the overhead shelf - at the same
time she feels Sammy's claws sliding down her posterior and hears cloth
ripping. This time Mommy lets out a primal scream of rage and damn the
neighbors! DH does not peek out from under the covers, but wisely stays
silent and unobtrusive.

Sammy, hearing the death screams of her prey, is greatly encouraged and
attaches herself to Mommy's left ankle again in the hope of bringing down
her prey. Mommy hobbles across to the bed with Sammy still attached to her
ankle. DH scrunches even further under the covers. Mommy lifts her leg onto
the bed and says, "GET. THIS. LITTLE. BITCH. OFF. OF. ME. BEFORE. I. DROP.
KICK. HER. ACROSS. THE. ROOM!!!!!!!"

DH cautiously peeks out from under the covers and removes Sammy from Mommy's
ankle and takes her under the covers with him.

Mommy can't sit on the bed because of her bloody posterior so she stands
next to the bed, dabs at her bloody ankle and posterior with a tissue, and
sighs.

Mommy sees struggling under the covers and knows that DH can't keep Sammy
contained for very much longer, so Mommy scurries back to the closet.

Mommy dons her third best suit, puts on the pair of shoes with the least
number of tiny teeth marks (even though they don't match her suit - at this
point she is desperate to just get out of the door), and runs across to the
bathroom to put on her make-up.

And this is where my first story, "Putting on Make-up With Mommy" begins.

--
Hugs,

CatNipped
See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/

ROTFLOL! This needed a triple BW!

--
Joy


Don't argue with an idiot; people watching may not be able to tell the
difference.

"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Putting on Clothes With Mommy

Cast of characters:

Sammy - 2 1/2 month old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

Mommy walks towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait, stalking the fleet
gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her prey and attaches herself
to Mommy's right ankle.

Mommy stops in mid-step in order to keep from slinging Sammy across the
room and hops around on one foot for a few minutes while Sammy nibbles on
Mommy's ankle.

Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle and gently places Sammy on the bedroom
floor.

Mommy detours from dresser to bedside table, sits on bed and dabs at
bloody ankle with tissue and sighs.

Mommy rises and heads back towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait, stalking
the fleet gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her prey and tries
to attach herself to Mommy's ankle. However, Mommy is onto Sammy now and
sidesteps. Sammy misses Mommy's ankle and runs head first into dresser.

Mommy picks up Sammy and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head then gently
places Sammy on the bedroom floor - all the while chuckling evilly at
having out-witted a wayward kitten (oh the depths to which we can sink!).

Mommy opens dresser drawer to remove a fresh pair of undies.

Sammy jumps up into dresser drawer and starts rampaging through all the
neatly folded lingerie. Mommy disentangles Sammy from her undies and
gently places Sammy on bedroom floor, then patiently re-folds lingerie.

[In deference to my tired fingers and to keep the length of this note
reasonable, please just re-read the above paragraph about 5 or 6 times
until we get to the next act.]

Mommy finally manages to extract a pair of undies from the dresser drawer
and close it before Sammy can rampage again.
Mommy bends over to slip on undies and thus Sammy realizes her prey is
tiring and it is time to strike again. Sammy jumps up and attaches herself
to Mommy's scalp.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her hair and gently places Sammy on the
bedroom floor.

In a rush to staunch the flow of blood from her scalp (head wounds bleed
freely), Mommy starts to walk towards bedside table for a tissue, forgets
that undies are still around ankles, trips on undies, and falls headlong
to bedroom floor.

Having finally brought down her prey, Sammy leaps on the back of Mommy's
neck in order to make her kill.

Mommy removes Sammy from the back of her neck and gently places Sammy on
the bedroom floor.

Mommy rises, pulls up undies, and heads for the bedside table. Mommy sits
on the bed, dabs at bloody scalp and neck with a tissue, and sighs.

Mommy heads back to the dresser and opens a drawer to get a bra. Sammy,
having learned her lesson, is not lying in wait for her prey under the
bed, she is lying in wait for her prey under the dresser. As her prey
draws closer her tail starts to twitch with excitement. As the perfect
moment to strike arrives Sammy leaps out and attaches herself to Mommy's
left ankle.

In pain and shock, Mommy lifts up left leg in order to grab Sammy, but
said leg is too close to dresser and left knee smashes into underside of
open dresser drawer. Saying very bad words, Mommy swiftly leans over to
grab Sammy and in her anger miscalculates and smashes her head on top of
dresser.

Instead of kissing Mommy's boo-boos Sammy chuckles evilly (OK she gave a
high-pitched mewl, but it sounded like evil chuckling) and continues to
nibble on Mommy's left ankle.

Mommy finally manages to detach Sammy from her ankle and firmly places
Sammy on the bedroom floor.

Mommy heads back to the bedside table, sits on the bed, dabs at bloody
ankle with a tissue, and sighs.

Meanwhile, Sammy has jumped up into Mommy's bra drawer and is in the midst
of killing 3 of Mommy's best lace bras.

Mommy heads back to the dresser, dons a torn bra (there is a bit of nipple
showing, but the others are in worse shape), and sighs.

Mommy, now onto Sammy's drawer antics, opens her pantyhose draw just
enough to slip her hand in and quickly extract a pair of pantyhose. In her
haste to close the drawer before Sammy can jump in, she slams the drawer
shut on the tips of her fingers. Sammy looks up at Mommy and smiles
evilly.

Mommy yanks the pantyhose lose from the drawer and heads towards the
bedroom chair in order to don them. Sammy, seeing a sinuous beige snake
hanging from Mommy's hand decides to steal Mommy's kill for herself. Sammy
leaps up and sinks all four sets of claws and her teeth into the snake and
swings back and forth hoping her great weight will pull the snake from
Mommy's hands.

Mommy, finally understanding the futility of trying to don pantyhose in
front of Sammy, puts Sammy in adjacent bathroom and shuts the door.

Sammy starts to howl pitifully at the top of her lungs and DH peeks his
head out from under the covers to yell, "For gawd's sake, let that cat out
of the bathroom before she wakes the whole block!"

Mommy dons a fresh pair of pantyhose and sighs.

Mommy lets Sammy out of the bathroom and starts to walk back towards the
dresser for a slip. Sammy, enraged at being denied her prey, rushes
headlong toward the retreating Mommy and launches herself at the back of
Mommy's legs.

Pantyhose rip along with a good bit of skin and Mommy shrieks in pain. DH
peeks his head out from under the covers to yell, "For gawd's sake.."
Mommy picks up a slipper and throws it at DH's head. Sammy sees the
colorful bird flying across the bedroom and promptly leaps in pursuit. The
slipper lands next to DH's head, but Sammy lands ON DH's head. DH shrieks
in pain. Mommy smiles evilly.

DH brings Sammy into the bathroom with him in his search for tincture of
iodine and bandages. Mommy sits on bed, dabs at bloody calves, and sighs.

Mommy dons a new pair of pantyhose and her slip while Sammy is preoccupied
with trying to grab a band-aid from DH's hand before he can apply it to
his forehead.

As Mommy heads for the closet to pick out a suit for the day, DH exits the
bathroom and Sammy streaks across the bedroom floor heading for her
escaping prey. Mommy puts on a burst of speed and manages to get into the
closet and close the door before Sammy can get to her.

However, Mommy hears a small thump and knows that Sammy has run head first
into the closet door. Mommy has a soft heart so she opens the door, picks
Sammy up, and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head. Then Mommy gently places
Sammy on the closet floor.

Sammy immediately heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor, there
to conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as big as they
can get and her neck is craning as she peers over the pile of shoes and
stalks her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy starts looking through the racks of clothes to find an appropriate
suit to wear (the big boss is coming in from Los Angeles today and she
must look her very best).

Sammy sees the swaying clothes and thinks what a fun game it would be to
swing from them as Mommy pushes them back and forth. It has to be just
fate and not the evilness of one tiny kitten that makes Sammy choose
Mommy's best suit to jump onto. Mommy sighs as she hears the ripping
cloth.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her (formerly) best suit and firmly places
her on the closet floor.

Sammy again heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor, there to
conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as big as they can
get and her neck is craning as she peers over the pile of shoes and stalks
her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy dons her second best suit as she warily keeps an eye on Sammy.
Thankfully, the only thing left for Mommy to do is find a pair of shoes to
wear.

Mommy picks up her favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds of tiny
teeth marks in the fine, soft leather and sighs.

Mommy picks up her next favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds of
tiny teeth marks in the fine soft leather and sighs.

Since her prey is so distracted by her browsing, Sammy decides that this
is the perfect time to strike. The next time Mommy leans over to pick up a
pair of tooth-marked shoes Sammy leaps on the softly rounded rump of the
beast (the tastiest part of the prey) and attempts to take a large
mouthful of the succulent meat.

Mommy jerks upright and slams her head on the overhead shelf - at the same
time she feels Sammy's claws sliding down her posterior and hears cloth
ripping. This time Mommy lets out a primal scream of rage and damn the
neighbors! DH does not peek out from under the covers, but wisely stays
silent and unobtrusive.

Sammy, hearing the death screams of her prey, is greatly encouraged and
attaches herself to Mommy's left ankle again in the hope of bringing down
her prey. Mommy hobbles across to the bed with Sammy still attached to her
ankle. DH scrunches even further under the covers. Mommy lifts her leg
onto the bed and says, "GET. THIS. LITTLE. BITCH. OFF. OF. ME. BEFORE. I.
DROP. KICK. HER. ACROSS. THE. ROOM!!!!!!!"

DH cautiously peeks out from under the covers and removes Sammy from
Mommy's ankle and takes her under the covers with him.

Mommy can't sit on the bed because of her bloody posterior so she stands
next to the bed, dabs at her bloody ankle and posterior with a tissue, and
sighs.

Mommy sees struggling under the covers and knows that DH can't keep Sammy
contained for very much longer, so Mommy scurries back to the closet.

Mommy dons her third best suit, puts on the pair of shoes with the least
number of tiny teeth marks (even though they don't match her suit - at
this point she is desperate to just get out of the door), and runs across
to the bathroom to put on her make-up.

And this is where my first story, "Putting on Make-up With Mommy" begins.

--
Hugs,

CatNipped
See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/

I wouldn't believe half of this, only we had our Sam from the time he
was a wee predator.

His full register name was "Firey's Dammit Sam" and trust me, he
earned it well before he was a year old.

Jo

"CatNipped" wrote in message
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Putting on Clothes With Mommy

Cast of characters:

Sammy - 2 1/2 month old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

Mommy walks towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait, stalking the
fleet gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her prey and
attaches herself to Mommy's right ankle.

Mommy stops in mid-step in order to keep from slinging Sammy across
the room and hops around on one foot for a few minutes while Sammy
nibbles on Mommy's ankle.

Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle and gently places Sammy on the
bedroom floor.

Mommy detours from dresser to bedside table, sits on bed and dabs
at bloody ankle with tissue and sighs.

Mommy rises and heads back towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait,
stalking the fleet gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her
prey and tries to attach herself to Mommy's ankle. However, Mommy
is onto Sammy now and sidesteps. Sammy misses Mommy's ankle and
runs head first into dresser.

Mommy picks up Sammy and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head then
gently places Sammy on the bedroom floor - all the while chuckling
evilly at having out-witted a wayward kitten (oh the depths to
which we can sink!).

Mommy opens dresser drawer to remove a fresh pair of undies.

Sammy jumps up into dresser drawer and starts rampaging through all
the neatly folded lingerie. Mommy disentangles Sammy from her
undies and gently places Sammy on bedroom floor, then patiently
re-folds lingerie.

[In deference to my tired fingers and to keep the length of this
note reasonable, please just re-read the above paragraph about 5 or
6 times until we get to the next act.]

Mommy finally manages to extract a pair of undies from the dresser
drawer and close it before Sammy can rampage again.
Mommy bends over to slip on undies and thus Sammy realizes her prey
is tiring and it is time to strike again. Sammy jumps up and
attaches herself to Mommy's scalp.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her hair and gently places Sammy on
the bedroom floor.

In a rush to staunch the flow of blood from her scalp (head wounds
bleed freely), Mommy starts to walk towards bedside table for a
tissue, forgets that undies are still around ankles, trips on
undies, and falls headlong to bedroom floor.

Having finally brought down her prey, Sammy leaps on the back of
Mommy's neck in order to make her kill.

Mommy removes Sammy from the back of her neck and gently places
Sammy on the bedroom floor.

Mommy rises, pulls up undies, and heads for the bedside table.
Mommy sits on the bed, dabs at bloody scalp and neck with a tissue,
and sighs.

Mommy heads back to the dresser and opens a drawer to get a bra.
Sammy, having learned her lesson, is not lying in wait for her prey
under the bed, she is lying in wait for her prey under the dresser.
As her prey draws closer her tail starts to twitch with excitement.
As the perfect moment to strike arrives Sammy leaps out and
attaches herself to Mommy's left ankle.

In pain and shock, Mommy lifts up left leg in order to grab Sammy,
but said leg is too close to dresser and left knee smashes into
underside of open dresser drawer. Saying very bad words, Mommy
swiftly leans over to grab Sammy and in her anger miscalculates and
smashes her head on top of dresser.

Instead of kissing Mommy's boo-boos Sammy chuckles evilly (OK she
gave a high-pitched mewl, but it sounded like evil chuckling) and
continues to nibble on Mommy's left ankle.

Mommy finally manages to detach Sammy from her ankle and firmly
places Sammy on the bedroom floor.

Mommy heads back to the bedside table, sits on the bed, dabs at
bloody ankle with a tissue, and sighs.

Meanwhile, Sammy has jumped up into Mommy's bra drawer and is in
the midst of killing 3 of Mommy's best lace bras.

Mommy heads back to the dresser, dons a torn bra (there is a bit of
nipple showing, but the others are in worse shape), and sighs.

Mommy, now onto Sammy's drawer antics, opens her pantyhose draw
just enough to slip her hand in and quickly extract a pair of
pantyhose. In her haste to close the drawer before Sammy can jump
in, she slams the drawer shut on the tips of her fingers. Sammy
looks up at Mommy and smiles evilly.

Mommy yanks the pantyhose lose from the drawer and heads towards
the bedroom chair in order to don them. Sammy, seeing a sinuous
beige snake hanging from Mommy's hand decides to steal Mommy's kill
for herself. Sammy leaps up and sinks all four sets of claws and
her teeth into the snake and swings back and forth hoping her great
weight will pull the snake from Mommy's hands.

Mommy, finally understanding the futility of trying to don
pantyhose in front of Sammy, puts Sammy in adjacent bathroom and
shuts the door.

Sammy starts to howl pitifully at the top of her lungs and DH peeks
his head out from under the covers to yell, "For gawd's sake, let
that cat out of the bathroom before she wakes the whole block!"

Mommy dons a fresh pair of pantyhose and sighs.

Mommy lets Sammy out of the bathroom and starts to walk back
towards the dresser for a slip. Sammy, enraged at being denied her
prey, rushes headlong toward the retreating Mommy and launches
herself at the back of Mommy's legs.

Pantyhose rip along with a good bit of skin and Mommy shrieks in
pain. DH peeks his head out from under the covers to yell, "For
gawd's sake.." Mommy picks up a slipper and throws it at DH's head.
Sammy sees the colorful bird flying across the bedroom and promptly
leaps in pursuit. The slipper lands next to DH's head, but Sammy
lands ON DH's head. DH shrieks in pain. Mommy smiles evilly.

DH brings Sammy into the bathroom with him in his search for
tincture of iodine and bandages. Mommy sits on bed, dabs at bloody
calves, and sighs.

Mommy dons a new pair of pantyhose and her slip while Sammy is
preoccupied with trying to grab a band-aid from DH's hand before he
can apply it to his forehead.

As Mommy heads for the closet to pick out a suit for the day, DH
exits the bathroom and Sammy streaks across the bedroom floor
heading for her escaping prey. Mommy puts on a burst of speed and
manages to get into the closet and close the door before Sammy can
get to her.

However, Mommy hears a small thump and knows that Sammy has run
head first into the closet door. Mommy has a soft heart so she
opens the door, picks Sammy up, and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's
head. Then Mommy gently places Sammy on the closet floor.

Sammy immediately heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor,
there to conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as
big as they can get and her neck is craning as she peers over the
pile of shoes and stalks her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy starts looking through the racks of clothes to find an
appropriate suit to wear (the big boss is coming in from Los
Angeles today and she must look her very best).

Sammy sees the swaying clothes and thinks what a fun game it would
be to swing from them as Mommy pushes them back and forth. It has
to be just fate and not the evilness of one tiny kitten that makes
Sammy choose Mommy's best suit to jump onto. Mommy sighs as she
hears the ripping cloth.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her (formerly) best suit and firmly
places her on the closet floor.

Sammy again heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor, there
to conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as big
as they can get and her neck is craning as she peers over the pile
of shoes and stalks her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy dons her second best suit as she warily keeps an eye on
Sammy. Thankfully, the only thing left for Mommy to do is find a
pair of shoes to wear.

Mommy picks up her favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds of
tiny teeth marks in the fine, soft leather and sighs.

Mommy picks up her next favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds
of tiny teeth marks in the fine soft leather and sighs.

Since her prey is so distracted by her browsing, Sammy decides that
this is the perfect time to strike. The next time Mommy leans over
to pick up a pair of tooth-marked shoes Sammy leaps on the softly
rounded rump of the beast (the tastiest part of the prey) and
attempts to take a large mouthful of the succulent meat.

Mommy jerks upright and slams her head on the overhead shelf - at
the same time she feels Sammy's claws sliding down her posterior
and hears cloth ripping. This time Mommy lets out a primal scream
of rage and damn the neighbors! DH does not peek out from under the
covers, but wisely stays silent and unobtrusive.

Sammy, hearing the death screams of her prey, is greatly encouraged
and attaches herself to Mommy's left ankle again in the hope of
bringing down her prey. Mommy hobbles across to the bed with Sammy
still attached to her ankle. DH scrunches even further under the
covers. Mommy lifts her leg onto the bed and says, "GET. THIS.
LITTLE. BITCH. OFF. OF. ME. BEFORE. I. DROP. KICK. HER. ACROSS.
THE. ROOM!!!!!!!"

DH cautiously peeks out from under the covers and removes Sammy
from Mommy's ankle and takes her under the covers with him.

Mommy can't sit on the bed because of her bloody posterior so she
stands next to the bed, dabs at her bloody ankle and posterior with
a tissue, and sighs.

Mommy sees struggling under the covers and knows that DH can't keep
Sammy contained for very much longer, so Mommy scurries back to the
closet.

Mommy dons her third best suit, puts on the pair of shoes with the
least number of tiny teeth marks (even though they don't match her
suit - at this point she is desperate to just get out of the door),
and runs across to the bathroom to put on her make-up.

And this is where my first story, "Putting on Make-up With Mommy"
begins.

--
Hugs,

CatNipped
See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/

For those of you loath to believe the depredations of one tiny little
(before she grew into Samazon) girl kitten, here's proof:

http://www.possibleplaces.com/catnip...s/DCP_1450.jpg

Hugs,

CatNipped



"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Putting on Clothes With Mommy

Cast of characters:

Sammy - 2 1/2 month old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

Mommy walks towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait, stalking the fleet
gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her prey and attaches herself
to Mommy's right ankle.

Mommy stops in mid-step in order to keep from slinging Sammy across the
room and hops around on one foot for a few minutes while Sammy nibbles on
Mommy's ankle.

Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle and gently places Sammy on the bedroom
floor.

Mommy detours from dresser to bedside table, sits on bed and dabs at
bloody ankle with tissue and sighs.

Mommy rises and heads back towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait, stalking
the fleet gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her prey and tries
to attach herself to Mommy's ankle. However, Mommy is onto Sammy now and
sidesteps. Sammy misses Mommy's ankle and runs head first into dresser.

Mommy picks up Sammy and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head then gently
places Sammy on the bedroom floor - all the while chuckling evilly at
having out-witted a wayward kitten (oh the depths to which we can sink!).

Mommy opens dresser drawer to remove a fresh pair of undies.

Sammy jumps up into dresser drawer and starts rampaging through all the
neatly folded lingerie. Mommy disentangles Sammy from her undies and
gently places Sammy on bedroom floor, then patiently re-folds lingerie.

[In deference to my tired fingers and to keep the length of this note
reasonable, please just re-read the above paragraph about 5 or 6 times
until we get to the next act.]

Mommy finally manages to extract a pair of undies from the dresser drawer
and close it before Sammy can rampage again.
Mommy bends over to slip on undies and thus Sammy realizes her prey is
tiring and it is time to strike again. Sammy jumps up and attaches herself
to Mommy's scalp.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her hair and gently places Sammy on the
bedroom floor.

In a rush to staunch the flow of blood from her scalp (head wounds bleed
freely), Mommy starts to walk towards bedside table for a tissue, forgets
that undies are still around ankles, trips on undies, and falls headlong
to bedroom floor.

Having finally brought down her prey, Sammy leaps on the back of Mommy's
neck in order to make her kill.

Mommy removes Sammy from the back of her neck and gently places Sammy on
the bedroom floor.

Mommy rises, pulls up undies, and heads for the bedside table. Mommy sits
on the bed, dabs at bloody scalp and neck with a tissue, and sighs.

Mommy heads back to the dresser and opens a drawer to get a bra. Sammy,
having learned her lesson, is not lying in wait for her prey under the
bed, she is lying in wait for her prey under the dresser. As her prey
draws closer her tail starts to twitch with excitement. As the perfect
moment to strike arrives Sammy leaps out and attaches herself to Mommy's
left ankle.

In pain and shock, Mommy lifts up left leg in order to grab Sammy, but
said leg is too close to dresser and left knee smashes into underside of
open dresser drawer. Saying very bad words, Mommy swiftly leans over to
grab Sammy and in her anger miscalculates and smashes her head on top of
dresser.

Instead of kissing Mommy's boo-boos Sammy chuckles evilly (OK she gave a
high-pitched mewl, but it sounded like evil chuckling) and continues to
nibble on Mommy's left ankle.

Mommy finally manages to detach Sammy from her ankle and firmly places
Sammy on the bedroom floor.

Mommy heads back to the bedside table, sits on the bed, dabs at bloody
ankle with a tissue, and sighs.

Meanwhile, Sammy has jumped up into Mommy's bra drawer and is in the midst
of killing 3 of Mommy's best lace bras.

Mommy heads back to the dresser, dons a torn bra (there is a bit of nipple
showing, but the others are in worse shape), and sighs.

Mommy, now onto Sammy's drawer antics, opens her pantyhose draw just
enough to slip her hand in and quickly extract a pair of pantyhose. In her
haste to close the drawer before Sammy can jump in, she slams the drawer
shut on the tips of her fingers. Sammy looks up at Mommy and smiles
evilly.

Mommy yanks the pantyhose lose from the drawer and heads towards the
bedroom chair in order to don them. Sammy, seeing a sinuous beige snake
hanging from Mommy's hand decides to steal Mommy's kill for herself. Sammy
leaps up and sinks all four sets of claws and her teeth into the snake and
swings back and forth hoping her great weight will pull the snake from
Mommy's hands.

Mommy, finally understanding the futility of trying to don pantyhose in
front of Sammy, puts Sammy in adjacent bathroom and shuts the door.

Sammy starts to howl pitifully at the top of her lungs and DH peeks his
head out from under the covers to yell, "For gawd's sake, let that cat out
of the bathroom before she wakes the whole block!"

Mommy dons a fresh pair of pantyhose and sighs.

Mommy lets Sammy out of the bathroom and starts to walk back towards the
dresser for a slip. Sammy, enraged at being denied her prey, rushes
headlong toward the retreating Mommy and launches herself at the back of
Mommy's legs.

Pantyhose rip along with a good bit of skin and Mommy shrieks in pain. DH
peeks his head out from under the covers to yell, "For gawd's sake.."
Mommy picks up a slipper and throws it at DH's head. Sammy sees the
colorful bird flying across the bedroom and promptly leaps in pursuit. The
slipper lands next to DH's head, but Sammy lands ON DH's head. DH shrieks
in pain. Mommy smiles evilly.

DH brings Sammy into the bathroom with him in his search for tincture of
iodine and bandages. Mommy sits on bed, dabs at bloody calves, and sighs.

Mommy dons a new pair of pantyhose and her slip while Sammy is preoccupied
with trying to grab a band-aid from DH's hand before he can apply it to
his forehead.

As Mommy heads for the closet to pick out a suit for the day, DH exits the
bathroom and Sammy streaks across the bedroom floor heading for her
escaping prey. Mommy puts on a burst of speed and manages to get into the
closet and close the door before Sammy can get to her.

However, Mommy hears a small thump and knows that Sammy has run head first
into the closet door. Mommy has a soft heart so she opens the door, picks
Sammy up, and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head. Then Mommy gently places
Sammy on the closet floor.

Sammy immediately heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor, there
to conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as big as they
can get and her neck is craning as she peers over the pile of shoes and
stalks her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy starts looking through the racks of clothes to find an appropriate
suit to wear (the big boss is coming in from Los Angeles today and she
must look her very best).

Sammy sees the swaying clothes and thinks what a fun game it would be to
swing from them as Mommy pushes them back and forth. It has to be just
fate and not the evilness of one tiny kitten that makes Sammy choose
Mommy's best suit to jump onto. Mommy sighs as she hears the ripping
cloth.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her (formerly) best suit and firmly places
her on the closet floor.

Sammy again heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor, there to
conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as big as they can
get and her neck is craning as she peers over the pile of shoes and stalks
her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy dons her second best suit as she warily keeps an eye on Sammy.
Thankfully, the only thing left for Mommy to do is find a pair of shoes to
wear.

Mommy picks up her favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds of tiny
teeth marks in the fine, soft leather and sighs.

Mommy picks up her next favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds of
tiny teeth marks in the fine soft leather and sighs.

Since her prey is so distracted by her browsing, Sammy decides that this
is the perfect time to strike. The next time Mommy leans over to pick up a
pair of tooth-marked shoes Sammy leaps on the softly rounded rump of the
beast (the tastiest part of the prey) and attempts to take a large
mouthful of the succulent meat.

Mommy jerks upright and slams her head on the overhead shelf - at the same
time she feels Sammy's claws sliding down her posterior and hears cloth
ripping. This time Mommy lets out a primal scream of rage and damn the
neighbors! DH does not peek out from under the covers, but wisely stays
silent and unobtrusive.

Sammy, hearing the death screams of her prey, is greatly encouraged and
attaches herself to Mommy's left ankle again in the hope of bringing down
her prey. Mommy hobbles across to the bed with Sammy still attached to her
ankle. DH scrunches even further under the covers. Mommy lifts her leg
onto the bed and says, "GET. THIS. LITTLE. BITCH. OFF. OF. ME. BEFORE. I.
DROP. KICK. HER. ACROSS. THE. ROOM!!!!!!!"

DH cautiously peeks out from under the covers and removes Sammy from
Mommy's ankle and takes her under the covers with him.

Mommy can't sit on the bed because of her bloody posterior so she stands
next to the bed, dabs at her bloody ankle and posterior with a tissue, and
sighs.

Mommy sees struggling under the covers and knows that DH can't keep Sammy
contained for very much longer, so Mommy scurries back to the closet.

Mommy dons her third best suit, puts on the pair of shoes with the least
number of tiny teeth marks (even though they don't match her suit - at
this point she is desperate to just get out of the door), and runs across
to the bathroom to put on her make-up.

And this is where my first story, "Putting on Make-up With Mommy" begins.

--
Hugs,

CatNipped
See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/

"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
For those of you loath to believe the depredations of one tiny
little (before she grew into Samazon) girl kitten, here's proof:

http://www.possibleplaces.com/catnip...s/DCP_1450.jpg

Hugs,

CatNipped

I firmly believe. Sam sent us off to work with so many scratches and
tooth prints on our hand and arms, I shudder to think what our
co-workers thought we were into.

Jo

"CatNipped" wrote in
:

For those of you loath to believe the depredations of one tiny little
(before she grew into Samazon) girl kitten, here's proof:

http://www.possibleplaces.com/catnip...s/DCP_1450.jpg

Hugs,

CatNipped


Sure looks harmless to me.
Bobble



"CatNipped" wrote in message
...
Putting on Clothes With Mommy

Cast of characters:

Sammy - 2 1/2 month old female kitten
Mommy - MUCH older female human

Mommy walks towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait, stalking the fleet
gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her prey and attaches
herself to Mommy's right ankle.

Mommy stops in mid-step in order to keep from slinging Sammy across
the room and hops around on one foot for a few minutes while Sammy
nibbles on Mommy's ankle.

Mommy detaches Sammy from her ankle and gently places Sammy on the
bedroom floor.

Mommy detours from dresser to bedside table, sits on bed and dabs at
bloody ankle with tissue and sighs.

Mommy rises and heads back towards dresser. Sammy, lying in wait,
stalking the fleet gazelle, leaps out from under the bed after her
prey and tries to attach herself to Mommy's ankle. However, Mommy is
onto Sammy now and sidesteps. Sammy misses Mommy's ankle and runs
head first into dresser.

Mommy picks up Sammy and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head then
gently places Sammy on the bedroom floor - all the while chuckling
evilly at having out-witted a wayward kitten (oh the depths to which
we can sink!).

Mommy opens dresser drawer to remove a fresh pair of undies.

Sammy jumps up into dresser drawer and starts rampaging through all
the neatly folded lingerie. Mommy disentangles Sammy from her undies
and gently places Sammy on bedroom floor, then patiently re-folds
lingerie.

[In deference to my tired fingers and to keep the length of this note
reasonable, please just re-read the above paragraph about 5 or 6
times until we get to the next act.]

Mommy finally manages to extract a pair of undies from the dresser
drawer and close it before Sammy can rampage again.
Mommy bends over to slip on undies and thus Sammy realizes her prey
is tiring and it is time to strike again. Sammy jumps up and attaches
herself to Mommy's scalp.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her hair and gently places Sammy on the
bedroom floor.

In a rush to staunch the flow of blood from her scalp (head wounds
bleed freely), Mommy starts to walk towards bedside table for a
tissue, forgets that undies are still around ankles, trips on undies,
and falls headlong to bedroom floor.

Having finally brought down her prey, Sammy leaps on the back of
Mommy's neck in order to make her kill.

Mommy removes Sammy from the back of her neck and gently places Sammy
on the bedroom floor.

Mommy rises, pulls up undies, and heads for the bedside table. Mommy
sits on the bed, dabs at bloody scalp and neck with a tissue, and
sighs.

Mommy heads back to the dresser and opens a drawer to get a bra.
Sammy, having learned her lesson, is not lying in wait for her prey
under the bed, she is lying in wait for her prey under the dresser.
As her prey draws closer her tail starts to twitch with excitement.
As the perfect moment to strike arrives Sammy leaps out and attaches
herself to Mommy's left ankle.

In pain and shock, Mommy lifts up left leg in order to grab Sammy,
but said leg is too close to dresser and left knee smashes into
underside of open dresser drawer. Saying very bad words, Mommy
swiftly leans over to grab Sammy and in her anger miscalculates and
smashes her head on top of dresser.

Instead of kissing Mommy's boo-boos Sammy chuckles evilly (OK she
gave a high-pitched mewl, but it sounded like evil chuckling) and
continues to nibble on Mommy's left ankle.

Mommy finally manages to detach Sammy from her ankle and firmly
places Sammy on the bedroom floor.

Mommy heads back to the bedside table, sits on the bed, dabs at
bloody ankle with a tissue, and sighs.

Meanwhile, Sammy has jumped up into Mommy's bra drawer and is in the
midst of killing 3 of Mommy's best lace bras.

Mommy heads back to the dresser, dons a torn bra (there is a bit of
nipple showing, but the others are in worse shape), and sighs.

Mommy, now onto Sammy's drawer antics, opens her pantyhose draw just
enough to slip her hand in and quickly extract a pair of pantyhose.
In her haste to close the drawer before Sammy can jump in, she slams
the drawer shut on the tips of her fingers. Sammy looks up at Mommy
and smiles evilly.

Mommy yanks the pantyhose lose from the drawer and heads towards the
bedroom chair in order to don them. Sammy, seeing a sinuous beige
snake hanging from Mommy's hand decides to steal Mommy's kill for
herself. Sammy leaps up and sinks all four sets of claws and her
teeth into the snake and swings back and forth hoping her great
weight will pull the snake from Mommy's hands.

Mommy, finally understanding the futility of trying to don pantyhose
in front of Sammy, puts Sammy in adjacent bathroom and shuts the
door.

Sammy starts to howl pitifully at the top of her lungs and DH peeks
his head out from under the covers to yell, "For gawd's sake, let
that cat out of the bathroom before she wakes the whole block!"

Mommy dons a fresh pair of pantyhose and sighs.

Mommy lets Sammy out of the bathroom and starts to walk back towards
the dresser for a slip. Sammy, enraged at being denied her prey,
rushes headlong toward the retreating Mommy and launches herself at
the back of Mommy's legs.

Pantyhose rip along with a good bit of skin and Mommy shrieks in
pain. DH peeks his head out from under the covers to yell, "For
gawd's sake.." Mommy picks up a slipper and throws it at DH's head.
Sammy sees the colorful bird flying across the bedroom and promptly
leaps in pursuit. The slipper lands next to DH's head, but Sammy
lands ON DH's head. DH shrieks in pain. Mommy smiles evilly.

DH brings Sammy into the bathroom with him in his search for tincture
of iodine and bandages. Mommy sits on bed, dabs at bloody calves, and
sighs.

Mommy dons a new pair of pantyhose and her slip while Sammy is
preoccupied with trying to grab a band-aid from DH's hand before he
can apply it to his forehead.

As Mommy heads for the closet to pick out a suit for the day, DH
exits the bathroom and Sammy streaks across the bedroom floor heading
for her escaping prey. Mommy puts on a burst of speed and manages to
get into the closet and close the door before Sammy can get to her.

However, Mommy hears a small thump and knows that Sammy has run head
first into the closet door. Mommy has a soft heart so she opens the
door, picks Sammy up, and kisses the boo-boo on Sammy's head. Then
Mommy gently places Sammy on the closet floor.

Sammy immediately heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor,
there to conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as
big as they can get and her neck is craning as she peers over the
pile of shoes and stalks her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy starts looking through the racks of clothes to find an
appropriate suit to wear (the big boss is coming in from Los Angeles
today and she must look her very best).

Sammy sees the swaying clothes and thinks what a fun game it would be
to swing from them as Mommy pushes them back and forth. It has to be
just fate and not the evilness of one tiny kitten that makes Sammy
choose Mommy's best suit to jump onto. Mommy sighs as she hears the
ripping cloth.

Mommy disentangles Sammy from her (formerly) best suit and firmly
places her on the closet floor.

Sammy again heads for the pile of shoes on the closet floor, there to
conceal herself from her prey. Her little eyes are open as big as
they can get and her neck is craning as she peers over the pile of
shoes and stalks her prey - tail twitching in anticipation.

Mommy dons her second best suit as she warily keeps an eye on Sammy.
Thankfully, the only thing left for Mommy to do is find a pair of
shoes to wear.

Mommy picks up her favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds of
tiny teeth marks in the fine, soft leather and sighs.

Mommy picks up her next favorite pair of shoes and notices hundreds
of tiny teeth marks in the fine soft leather and sighs.

Since her prey is so distracted by her browsing, Sammy decides that
this is the perfect time to strike. The next time Mommy leans over to
pick up a pair of tooth-marked shoes Sammy leaps on the softly
rounded rump of the beast (the tastiest part of the prey) and
attempts to take a large mouthful of the succulent meat.

Mommy jerks upright and slams her head on the overhead shelf - at the
same time she feels Sammy's claws sliding down her posterior and
hears cloth ripping. This time Mommy lets out a primal scream of rage
and damn the neighbors! DH does not peek out from under the covers,
but wisely stays silent and unobtrusive.

Sammy, hearing the death screams of her prey, is greatly encouraged
and attaches herself to Mommy's left ankle again in the hope of
bringing down her prey. Mommy hobbles across to the bed with Sammy
still attached to her ankle. DH scrunches even further under the
covers. Mommy lifts her leg onto the bed and says, "GET. THIS.
LITTLE. BITCH. OFF. OF. ME. BEFORE. I. DROP. KICK. HER. ACROSS. THE.
ROOM!!!!!!!"

DH cautiously peeks out from under the covers and removes Sammy from
Mommy's ankle and takes her under the covers with him.

Mommy can't sit on the bed because of her bloody posterior so she
stands next to the bed, dabs at her bloody ankle and posterior with a
tissue, and sighs.

Mommy sees struggling under the covers and knows that DH can't keep
Sammy contained for very much longer, so Mommy scurries back to the
closet.

Mommy dons her third best suit, puts on the pair of shoes with the
least number of tiny teeth marks (even though they don't match her
suit - at this point she is desperate to just get out of the door),
and runs across to the bathroom to put on her make-up.

And this is where my first story, "Putting on Make-up With Mommy"
begins.

--
Hugs,

CatNipped
See all my masters at: http://www.PossiblePlaces.com/CatNipped/

On Feb 7, 10:13*am, "Jofirey" wrote:
*Sam sent us off to work with so many scratches and
tooth prints on our hand and arms, I shudder to think what our
co-workers thought we were into.


A friend of mine went to her doctor and when he saw her arms he in all
seriousness asked if she was self-harming....Nope she just had a
psycho kitty named Simba

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

"Bobble" wrote in message
...
"CatNipped" wrote in
:

For those of you loath to believe the depredations of one tiny little
(before she grew into Samazon) girl kitten, here's proof:

http://www.possibleplaces.com/catnip...s/DCP_1450.jpg

Hugs,

CatNipped


Sure looks harmless to me.
Bobble

ROTFLMAOWTIME!!!

Hugs,

CatNipped

"Lesley" wrote in message
...
On Feb 7, 10:13 am, "Jofirey" wrote:
Sam sent us off to work with so many scratches and
tooth prints on our hand and arms, I shudder to think what our
co-workers thought we were into.


A friend of mine went to her doctor and when he saw her arms he in
all
seriousness asked if she was self-harming....Nope she just had a
psycho kitty named Simba

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

Before they lose their baby teeth, it really is like living with
razor blades.

Jo

"Lesley" wrote:

A friend of mine went to her doctor and when he saw her arms he in
all seriousness asked if she was self-harming....Nope she just had a
psycho kitty named Simba

I had a co-worker who had all sorts of scars on her hands, and I used
to wonder just how she got them. Then I found out she was a cat slave...
'nuff said.

Joyce

--
Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful
stroke of luck. -- the Dalai Lama