Why aren't you at work?
What are you doing with that PTU?
I'm not going with you!
The Gurl always takes me!
YOU LIE TO ME! YOU MAKE THEM PUT PINK ON ME!!!
Leave me alone!
Get outta he... HEHEHEEEYYYYY OOOOOOOOOLLLLIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TW: Well somekitty has definately worked all the narcotics out of her system. Sheesh! Hold still, I'm taking you today! I drive safer than The Gurl anyhow, for pity's sake why are you whining soo much! You're getting Ollie all worked up! *Ollie! Get down from there, you can't open the PTU, go play with Clyde for pity's sake! * Honestly you TWO!!!
**********leaves house with screaming carrier************************
By the time Ms. Stella is returned she is cast free and the ride home goes something like this:
OMC she's gonna kill us both
I think I saw Cod just now! SLOW DOWN WOMAN!!!
Oh Seriously Stella, I'm doing the speed limit. We are nearly home.
Yeaaah, well that number was a 3 NOT 8! I'm handy'catted now, I get special treatment~!
Just look at my little footie!!!! AAAAAAAAHhhhhhh I'm gonna cry!
Oh Holy Cod! well at least when I meet my maker I won't be wearing that blasted cone!
You did burn it didn't you???
Uh, well, about that Ms. Stell...
Well, you heard the technician, you have to wear it just for today till where they took the stitches out gets a scab.
HA! You gotta catch me first Woman, I'm phoning Ollie right now, as soon as we are in the door he will jump on your head and I can make a break for it!
I now know upyou will be okay Ms Stella!ReplyDelete
Stella, you can handle one more day with that cone. After that, you can limp around and let every one know how abused you've been in comfort.ReplyDelete
Oh Ms O'Houligan, how I love you.ReplyDelete
It will be alright..and I will lay a bitey on my mommy for laffing while reading this. Right now. Hold still Mom.
Yeah, well, like Katie Isabella said, I should lay a bitey on Mom for laffin', but I can't 'cause she is not HERE! The image of Ollie waiting on Stella ....perfect!ReplyDelete
Thank Cod you're castless at least!ReplyDelete
Hooray for the death of Pinkie the Cast! Now for the burning bonfire death of the cone of shame!ReplyDelete
the critters in the cottage xo
Oh no! Not the cone again. Run, Stella, run!!!ReplyDelete
We have to say, Ms. Stella, that you and TW have the most...interesting...conversations.ReplyDelete
So, are you gonna have a scar? Guys dig scars. Maybe you can get a fake toe with a DIAMOND claw! BLING.
At least yous won't has the pink sock!ReplyDelete
PS - what does yous feed to Ollie to makes him your cabana boy? Me would LOVES to get Kozmo to bends to my every whim.
Darling Ms. Stella: The Cone of Shame---AGAIN???? This calls for serious retaliation. You have to bide your time, my sweet; wait until That Woman is feeling all safe and secure. And then strike when she least expects it.ReplyDelete
You know, I'm thinking: Does she really NEED all those toes she has? Wouldn't she maybe feel a deeper, you know, "bond" with you if you shared a little 'disability'? Let me to think on it.
Our mom hopes your human has some *good* wine or hard liquor in the house for herself.ReplyDelete
TW...hope the drug prescription has not run out..you may need it for yourself once you let Miss S out...be verrrrryyyy, verrrrrryyyy careful..watch your back...look down at all times for bitey ankle attacks, but look up too for high flying cat attacks...oh heck...just too Miss S inside and run as fast as you can. All hope is lost...the cats rule! Paw pats, SavannahReplyDelete
Poor Miss Stella, you are going to need some serious psycatological therapy after all this is over...ReplyDelete
... or 'That Woman' will need it.ReplyDelete