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Kitten's first Christmas
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I wish I had the ability to record all my kittens over the years like this. No two are the same but they are all this entertaining. Enjoy.
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The enemy were close behind her…using all her agility she swung high into the branches and held tight to a needle spiked bough… watching closely as with shouts in a undecipherable foreign tongue they continued to search for her… the glint of gold nearby thrilled her the treasure hunt was on…. And only recapture by the evil ones would stop her… They’d almost caught her when she’d tried to escape with a small item of treasure a few days before but she was patient and knew by waiting she had more chance of a bigger prize.
She’d solved the puzzle of the doorway and now she was in the heart of the place.. feeling the sway and hearing the soft chinking of glass and plastic hiding from the lights that glinted like fireflies all around her… she reached out trying to reach the glittering orb that hung tantalisingly close to her beautiful eyes …… within her reach?...... She felt her grip tighten……… she had it….
With a deft flick it was free…falling in slow motion towards the ground… she felt herself slipping …scrabbling for grip following the golden treasure to the ground beneath, she looked up in horror as the great tree swayed then tilted towards her… with a cry and a leap she was clear and it fell with a crash,,,, grabbing her prize she ran ,as the sound of the evil ones approached…
Would she escape…. ?
Little barstewars had the bl00dy baubles again…
The enemy were close behind her…using all her agility she swung high into the branches and held tight to a needle spiked bough… watching closely as with shouts in a undecipherable foreign tongue they continued to search for her… the glint of gold nearby thrilled her the treasure hunt was on…. And only recapture by the evil ones would stop her… They’d almost caught her when she’d tried to escape with a small item of treasure a few days before but she was patient and knew by waiting she had more chance of a bigger prize.
She’d solved the puzzle of the doorway and now she was in the heart of the place.. feeling the sway and hearing the soft chinking of glass and plastic hiding from the lights that glinted like fireflies all around her… she reached out trying to reach the glittering orb that hung tantalisingly close to her beautiful eyes …… within her reach?...... She felt her grip tighten……… she had it….
With a deft flick it was free…falling in slow motion towards the ground… she felt herself slipping …scrabbling for grip following the golden treasure to the ground beneath, she looked up in horror as the great tree swayed then tilted towards her… with a cry and a leap she was clear and it fell with a crash,,,, grabbing her prize she ran ,as the sound of the evil ones approached…
Would she escape…. ?
Little barstewars had the bl00dy baubles again…
I refuse to put up a tree as I know that it will not last very long in the upright position.
I was adopted by my two moggies when they were 18 months old. At our first Christmas time Frankie ate some tinsel and I was finding little bits of it in the litter tray for weeks.
I love my two so much - but sometimes the thought of a big wheelie bin enters my mind - and I would make sure that there was no CCTV cameras around. :-)
I was adopted by my two moggies when they were 18 months old. At our first Christmas time Frankie ate some tinsel and I was finding little bits of it in the litter tray for weeks.
I love my two so much - but sometimes the thought of a big wheelie bin enters my mind - and I would make sure that there was no CCTV cameras around. :-)
The little b*stard brought the tree down tonight. There was me chilling out in front of the telly, I thought he was just tapping the tinsel. Then the whole bloody lot comes down, he had climbed to the top of the tree. Knocked my brew over, TV remote and the Blackberry both ringing. To say the mog is in the doghouse is an understatement.