George Penney on Nostr: This morning, our housesitting overlord #cat here in Frankfurt, Lord Irwin of the ...
This morning, our housesitting overlord #cat here in Frankfurt, Lord Irwin of the Middle Class Kibble demonstrated a level of distress only ever seen by one of his kind when his great great uncle Lord Paff of Tuppencesnortle Hall was hit on the head with a rolled up newspaper for clawing the Duchess of Pantwaffle's chaise longue.
He woke us up at 6:30am so we could open the shutters for him, facilitating his daily judgement of his usual passing peasants (tight pants preening man, the Turkish Taxi driver who speaks cat and his NEMESIS walking behind the fabulous lady in the tutu).
We left him to it and went back to bed, only to hear a traumatized wail from the living room 15 minutes later.
We rushed to the living room to discover that his favourite Turkish gentleman who speaks cat was patting Lord Erwin's NEMESIS in the street outside! Not only patting him, but making squinty love yes with the nemesis.
How Lord Erwin will recover from this disloyalty from one of his beloved minions has yet to be seen. For the past hour he has been perched next to his automatic feeder, giving it love eyes, obviously seeking a new rebound affair. (He's rebuffed us as mere peasants who care for his every need.)
The automatic food dispenser has (as yet) not returned the overture.
The saga continues
He woke us up at 6:30am so we could open the shutters for him, facilitating his daily judgement of his usual passing peasants (tight pants preening man, the Turkish Taxi driver who speaks cat and his NEMESIS walking behind the fabulous lady in the tutu).
We left him to it and went back to bed, only to hear a traumatized wail from the living room 15 minutes later.
We rushed to the living room to discover that his favourite Turkish gentleman who speaks cat was patting Lord Erwin's NEMESIS in the street outside! Not only patting him, but making squinty love yes with the nemesis.
How Lord Erwin will recover from this disloyalty from one of his beloved minions has yet to be seen. For the past hour he has been perched next to his automatic feeder, giving it love eyes, obviously seeking a new rebound affair. (He's rebuffed us as mere peasants who care for his every need.)
The automatic food dispenser has (as yet) not returned the overture.
The saga continues