Peace at last
I arrived home yesterday after a hard day of chatting online at work only to discover my beloved cat-bird tea kettle had been flung from its perch atop my kitchen cabinetry onto the cold, hard floor, whereby it sustained a large dent and the loss of a chunk of enamel paint. Moments later while describing this to Shu via the Hated Telephone, Claudius managed to knock over my mountain bike while barely failing to smash a glass door.
With the assistance of a male escort, the Demon Seeds were summarily deposited back with their rightful owner who displayed appropriate gratitude with gifts from afar. I am now the proud owner (and wearer) of a cartouche that spells out my name in hieroglyphics. The Kittens also showed their appropriate attitude towards Mummy’s absence by climbing onto the highest perch and disdainfully sneering in her direction (it was necessary that she be fully aware that she was being ignored). Meantime, said escort, who is one of the 2 or 3 men on the planet who does NOT have sexual fantasies about lesbians, was treated to a mild moment of erotica when the two lovely lesbians present smooched one another and a little later curled up on the sofa together. Since he instantly became utterly indifferent to the sight of the pretty girls cuddling, it was up to Yours Truly to appropriately appreciate the moment of unintended blatant voyeurism.
Incidentally, I believe that yet again the most recent stint in rehab has failed for Shu since she was bleary-eyed and slurring badly. I would mention she was also rambling but that’s hardly unusual.
Meantime, back at the Kurves Residence, Jazz (aka Big Fat Kitty) launched himself off his 24-lb physique long enough to re-establish his territory by playfully wrestling (and almost squashing) his soulmate, Sugar, while Chyna and Indigo looked on in bemusement.