People have a way of amusing me, I suppose... at least, I would be amused if my Sense of Humor were here to be amused. Instead it spends its time up in trees, estranged from me, and traveling at will
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What amuses me so dear kitty, is that we have seen hide nor hair of the said 2 of clubs since yester-year. Though we have heard of his gallant acts all through out the wonderlands. It twists my bonnet that I have to constantly take out an extra set set every time he promises to visit the party, and yet he never seems to have the time.... and I'm stuck having to wash clean cups. I suppose I should not even bother considering the circumstances, yet I hate being caught unawares, or ill prepared for company.
Beware little club of the Queen's flowers, for some have hidden thorns and bite when they are manhandled.
I concur. Oft have I heard the extra set put out complaining of chill at not being properly used. If I have to comfort one more tea cup over these incidents I will send the Two of Clubs a bill for services rendered in the form of psychotherapy for ceramics. And to be frank, the flamingos inviting themselves to the table last time for they thought the extra set was for them... was not quite my idea of a merry unbirthday at all. Further a mystery... how seventeen flamingos of varying sizes all managed to sit on the same chair...
As mayor of the tea time table, I believe that we should put the wounded tea cup into a box, and mail it to said 2 of clubs. Then he will have no choice but to come by to return it and that way at least we can scold him properly.
The flamingo infestation has gotten a bit out of hand, not to mention they defy reason... I mean who would willingly sleep standing up?
Hmm... well as simply the cat who wanders, I'm not one to say nay to the mayor of the tea time table... Might I suggest however, we put a spot of tea in the teacup? So it wont be lonely.
I shall pluck their feathers while they sleep to make a nest. Or create a flamingo stampede...
I was planning on it, why should the tea cup suffer just to prove a point? I was wondering if the tea would like one lump or two how ever. I never had the time to ask it, so maybe I'll put the sugar and milk dish just in case it wants to try something new.
Do as you please just keep in mind, your in charge of cleaning the mess you will inevitably make... The idea of all of thous feathers floating about... getting into the tea, onto the cakes and what not. Meh, and poor Dormy, I though I heard him sneeze the other day because of them. I wonder if he is allergic to flamingo? It is an amusing site however, when he begins to sneeze he looses his ability to control himself, its like changing the channel on the tv to fast, he pops in and out of elder and younger and mouse.
I would normally ask, what "uses" might entail, but I have learned as of late that when I ask a question, I tend to get an answer, and I just don't have the patience for that.... *sigh*
Messes are lovely, but I'm not cleaning up that mess.
Tea: A spoon, and saucer, maybe even a nice plate of assorted crumpets... just in case the tea gets hungry on its long journey. Not telling how long it will be out in the world traveling. Of course a napkin is in order... we are civilized here.
Its better if you don't inquire, perhaps. Then I would have to spend my nights perched inches from your face, staring at you while you sleep... to make sure you don't mumble my plans in your sleep.
Messes is are messes does. There are people who make them, and people who lament over them, and people who clean them. Perhaps there are also people who play in them. Cats are the first... and perhaps the last.
Hmm yes, quite. But will the Two remember to bring all of them back? He's not known for his mental prowess.
It does in fact worry me that you would watch me in my sleep... considering. Then again I suppose I should be surprised, you seem to be around here more then a certain someone as of late. >_>
Your right I can't risk it, the Two is know reliable and I would be for ever forlorn at the loss of the tea cup, and company.
This leaves us with our original problem then... what say we simply ask the White Knight to pay him a visit? Our teacups are far too valuable for such work... and the Knight can defend himself from the Two's ego.
Ahh yes... the pink feathered furors. Personally I would also rather have pink in my milk.. er, tea and have his ego oozing all over our table cloth. I'd say this is a non-issue then. Case quite closed.
Beware little club of the Queen's flowers, for some have hidden thorns and bite when they are manhandled.
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The flamingo infestation has gotten a bit out of hand, not to mention they defy reason... I mean who would willingly sleep standing up?
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Might I suggest however, we put a spot of tea in the teacup? So it wont be lonely.
I shall pluck their feathers while they sleep to make a nest. Or create a flamingo stampede...
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Do as you please just keep in mind, your in charge of cleaning the mess you will inevitably make... The idea of all of thous feathers floating about... getting into the tea, onto the cakes and what not. Meh, and poor Dormy, I though I heard him sneeze the other day because of them. I wonder if he is allergic to flamingo? It is an amusing site however, when he begins to sneeze he looses his ability to control himself, its like changing the channel on the tv to fast, he pops in and out of elder and younger and mouse.
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As for messes... I am a cat! above such things.
And the tea - Yes a quite agree. Perhaps it would like the spoon to accompany it?
Oh my.. if this keeps up the napkins will have to go...
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Messes are lovely, but I'm not cleaning up that mess.
Tea: A spoon, and saucer, maybe even a nice plate of assorted crumpets... just in case the tea gets hungry on its long journey. Not telling how long it will be out in the world traveling. Of course a napkin is in order... we are civilized here.
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Messes is are messes does. There are people who make them, and people who lament over them, and people who clean them. Perhaps there are also people who play in them. Cats are the first... and perhaps the last.
Hmm yes, quite. But will the Two remember to bring all of them back? He's not known for his mental prowess.
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Your right I can't risk it, the Two is know reliable and I would be for ever forlorn at the loss of the tea cup, and company.
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