WARNING! Da pokey place can come to you!
Charlie (13F) here. Today my favorite hooman stayed home from “werk” and gave me good cuddles. I was so proud of her for finally respecting my wishes and not leaving me eleventy billion years like she usually does. But then we had some visitors! These visitors were very nice and gave me Churu. They petted me and said I was a very good girl (of course I am! Was this ever in doubt?) They did weird things like stick me on a small table and feel my teeth. But then I felt the familiar poke and knew I had been bamboozled by these seemingly nice hoomans! They poked me several times and did not even stop when I yelled the song of my people. And then… and then… (this is hard for me to type) they squeezed my bort hole! I sang my song louder and louder but they did not stop.(Human here: it was a few seconds!)
After that they cleaned my ears (that did not need cleaning!) and told my now not-so-favorite hooman to give me ear medsin every day. Then —just like that— the hoomans left and not long after so did my hooman. She did not stay home from “werk” after all!
So be warned, kittehs of this sub: da pokey place can come into your house and poke you from the safety of your own living room.
(Human here again: I paid through the nose so I didn’t have to take her to the vet —hehem, I mean so Charlie didn’t have to suffer a car ride — and she was completely ungrateful! Never doing that again!)
Charlie (13F) here. Today my favorite hooman stayed home from “werk” and gave me good cuddles. I was so proud of her for finally respecting my wishes and not leaving me eleventy billion years like she usually does. But then we had some visitors! These visitors were very nice and gave me Churu. They petted me and said I was a very good girl (of course I am! Was this ever in doubt?) They did weird things like stick me on a small table and feel my teeth. But then I felt the familiar poke and knew I had been bamboozled by these seemingly nice hoomans! They poked me several times and did not even stop when I yelled the song of my people. And then… and then… (this is hard for me to type) they squeezed my bort hole! I sang my song louder and louder but they did not stop.(Human here: it was a few seconds!)
After that they cleaned my ears (that did not need cleaning!) and told my now not-so-favorite hooman to give me ear medsin every day. Then —just like that— the hoomans left and not long after so did my hooman. She did not stay home from “werk” after all!
So be warned, kittehs of this sub: da pokey place can come into your house and poke you from the safety of your own living room.
(Human here again: I paid through the nose so I didn’t have to take her to the vet —hehem, I mean so Charlie didn’t have to suffer a car ride — and she was completely ungrateful! Never doing that again!)