I kinda left a hairball on the carpet today. I think this is only the second time this has ever happened to me. Mom kept saying
poor tiny boy! and then she kissed my head a lot. I finally had to tell her, "OK, Mom, you can stop now because really you're only spitting on me now."
don't you just hate it when they kiss you so much you get all wet? that's dis-kust-ing. - Sammy
ReplyDeleteI hate kissies. My older sister really liked them, and when mama would say, Kissie? she would lower her head for mama to kiss her on the top!
ReplyDeleteI on the other paw, like head bumpies, instead, and she understands.
When the kissing turns to spittle, that's when you headbutt them in return. Think of it as a teachable moment.
ReplyDeleteThis kissy business is something (I heard) we have to enure. The problem with head kisses.......you can't wash the bad breathy smell away cuz you can't reach it.
ReplyDeleteTiny Boy, I must tell you, The Mom says you come up with the cutest of words....a boy of many words she calls you.
OH, I forgetted....you asked if we have turkeys (our last post) Yes, we saw 3 a week ago, now have one that has taken up residence. Seems to think it is a goose, Dad calls her his pet. She is wild, very big, and makes The Mom laugh when she runs. She scratches in The Moms flower beds, not a good thing.
ReplyDeletePoor William with the hairball. I usually have to clean myself after Mom kisses. I really work hard to stay impeccably groomed and she's constantly messing it up. I asked my Mom what you could do for your Mom with all that you've been saving. After first saying you are such an adorable kitty (AGAIN), she said your Mom would probably want you to just keep saving, and knowing you were willing to do something for her would be enough. Anyway, that's her two cents.
ReplyDeleteOh William, it am horrible when that happens.
ReplyDeleteI likes the kissies but only on my terms. When I've had enough, I put my paws over Momma's mouth and push. You should try it.
Happy Cinco de Meow-Meow William!
I'm an old hand, er paw, at hairballs, Wm. If you want to know anything about them, just ask me!
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Bummer 'bout the hairballs, William. We have some nasty junky medicine we're supposed to take called Laxatone (gross name, huh). Anyway, it's all sticky and stuff and it makes it so the hairball comes out "the other end".
ReplyDeleteAs for the kisses, Buzz luvs 'em, Meep hates 'em. But neither one of us like the gettin' wet from spit part!
Let her keep kissing you on the top of the head and we'll see who has hairballs next!
ReplyDeleteShedding is such sweet revenge...
I thought you were saving that hairball for Mother's Day! Couldn't wait to give her your purrsonal gift, eh? That's ok, there's still a week to work up another one.
ReplyDeleteYeah, what is it with People? We hurl, and all the sudden they're picking us up and squeezing and kissing. Um, we just HURLED. Doesn't it make sense that we probably shouldn't be picked up and squeezed, lest we do it again? I will never understand them...
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