So Here I am Kitties, surveying my domain, when yet again; I am accosted by plebeians!
A Queen's work is never done I'm afraid.
His name ( I'm told such things have names) is Ollie.
Ollie is not the freshest treat in the bag
Observe closely his countenance. Note the sloped forehead, wide set eyes, vacant expression. You can see the number of IQ points on his face can't you?
(this is a rhetorical question, of course you can't, as there aren't any )
"BBUUwwhaaaHAHAHAHA.... ahhh...hahah... ahHEM... I crack myself up"
Since he persists in pestering me for lessons on attack skills, I will again attempt to enlighten the wee mite. I I enlist a
guinea pig helper.
*Note: it's important to enlist the help of someone the neophyte knows to prevent intimidation and therefore lack of proper concentration*
Here is Elliott, he is marginally brighter than his siblicat.
And thus, We begin...
Ms. Stella: "You there! Fluffy raggish thing. Are you ready to assist in training your fellow littermate?"
Elliott: " Oh Yes, If It Please Your Majesty!"
Ms. Stella: "Good boy!"
Ms. Stella: "O-lolliberry? Observe please the correct whapping technique."
Ms. Stella continues: "When the intended
victim target wanders close enough you need to reach out with your paw (that's the thing with the five sharps at the end of your leg there) and whap them like THIS!"
Elliott: "Oh Thank You Your Royal Highness, may i have another?"
Ms. Stella: "In My own time fluffy, heel!."
Elliott: "Oh Thank You Majesty!"
Elliott: "Oh dear faithful viewers, you may wish to avert your gaze from HRH."
Ms. Stella: "All right now O-whateveryournamewas... it's your turn, you may approach Our Royal presence."
later that same day...
Ms. Stella: "It's back again isn't it?"