Never Happened

I deny it ever happened. I swear those pictures were faked by that stoopid cowcat. It was some other tabby - you can't see my face. Don't you believe me? Geesh. And I wasn't high on nip at the time, either.

Ok, and to show how beans and cats have different per... pur... spectives (you know, interpret the same thing different), check out this message from my man to my woman:

Very un-Bonnielike

Went home for lunch today, munched on some light stuff. While I was reading at the computer, Bonnie was rubbing around and standing up to rub my knee a few times until she finally jumped up and found out what all this lap business is about. She very purposely sat down and went through a few minutes of purring while I finished reading. Back in the hallway as I left for work again though, the growling and hissing returned.

No, no, no! He's got it all wrong. Let me set the record straight. He was in my chair again. I was NOT snuggling. I don't DO snuggling. I was just getting my chair back. That's where I belong, all day, efurry day.

Have I cleared things up for you all? I don't snuggle. I won't tolerate Victor. I'm Bonnie, the original Attack Tabby.

And speaking of Victor, he did the most disgusting thing yesterday. He kissed my woman... on the lips! She had just eaten a candy before she picked him up. He says he just wanted to smell her mouf, but I saw him. He planted his front paws on her cheeks and turned her face and kissed her! Ewwwwwww.