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Originally posted by AmberLee
Once upon a time ...
Do you know where your cat was today?
hmmmm, no wonder Ritz is so sleepy in the afternoon!
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Quote:
Originally posted by AmberLee
Once upon a time ...
Do you know where your cat was today?
hmmmm, no wonder Ritz is so sleepy in the afternoon!
Hmmm, I'm going to have to think about this as a story idea. ;) :cool: :D
Or should it be :eek: ?
Kitty here, see my reply on that other topic, I guess it was A Perfect Cat Toy or something, in games... Mommy is sooooo boring!!! :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes:
These are great stories everyone. Poor Misty never had a bed time furry story. I might just have to read her these. Haha!!
Once upon a time ...
a long, long, looooong time ago the king of the lemmings leapt up from his fluffy little bed clutching his furry chest with one paw and clamping his glittery crown to his head with the other. "My darling," said his wife, the Queenypoo of the lemmings, "What ever is the matter? You're trembling and panting. Did you have a royal nightmare?"
"We must RUN! Run, run, run! I had the most awful vision. Cats, cats everywhere! Gleaming fangs, hundreds of slashy claws, and leapy, twisty, contortionistic gleaming bodies! It was hideous! You can't imagine. Run and save yourselves!"
"It was just a dream, darling, don't give yourself a heart attack."
"No, we must save ourselves NOW. Run, run, run."
:eek: :eek:
And so the whole tribe of lemmings ran and ran and ran and instead of the danger of the massed might of the Cats of the Pet Talk Round Table, they ran right off a cliff. Oopsie! Oh, my! Darned shame. The moral of this story might be that it pays to listen to the queenypoo on occasion. Maybe not.
Sweet dreams, little fur-babies. Mommy loves you dearly.
Bravo! Bravo!
AmberLee, Your so good! You need a publisher!:D :D
LOL LOL AmberLee....you're so creative! I love it!;)
I'm going to read THIS bedtime story to my husband tonight!
The astronaut/guided missile stands poised and clear-eyed high atop the bookcase ...
"Houston, mission is a go. Ten, Nine, Eight. Abort! Abort! Abort! Missile is examining a bug."
Thwack, thwack.
Back to launching pad; slashy tail; adjust rump for take-off...
"Houston, mission is a go. Ten, Nine, ... Abort! Abort! Abort! Mission being scrubbed on ear and neck."
Our intrepid astronaut/guided missile takes a brief, refreshing cat nap following the urgent bath.
"Houston, tail is slashy, repeat: tail is slashy; rump is adjusted. Mission is a go. Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Blastoff!"
"Whuuuuuufffff!" **Wheeze** "Rotten cat..."
"Houston. Perfect four point landing on Mommy tummy. On trajectory for kibble. All systems are go, go, go. Stand down. Successful mission. Well done, team!"
Once upon a time,
just yesterday in fact, an EVIL genie came to our house to subject a brave pud tat to water torture!!! :eek: :eek:
The evil genie picked up the brave pud tat and dropped him in the water dish. Splishy! Splashy! Splooshy! Crests of water poured across the bathroom floor drenching everything in it's path. Over and over again the brave pud tat got dropped in the water til the water dish was empty and the extra water in the reservoir was empty and there was no more Splashy! sound when the brave pud tat got dropped. So the evil genie got bored and went home and the brave pud tat took his poor, wet, tired body to the middle of Mommy's pillow to sooth his frazzled nerves.
At least that's the story I was told when I got home to a damp cat, soggy pillow, drenched bathroom, and a sputtering water fountain.
Bad, naughty genie!!!
LOL LOL LOL LOL
Amber Lee these stories are just so funny - I tried sitting down with Bagel, Ketchum and Dan and regaling them.
Well Bagel seemed to listen - but fell asleep - typical.
Ketchum looked bewildered, as usual, then ran off upstairs.
Dan had a good wash and really enjoyed the stories - he stayed!!!!!
I'm giving up on those three - I love 'em - keep them coming pedrleaaaaaasssse!:D :D
Lynne
Ahah!!! These bedtimes stories were a SUCCESS!!!Quote:
Originally posted by lynnestankard
...Bagel seemed to listen - but fell asleep ...
Thanks for letting me know.
I am having a ton of fun with these.
I'm having one of those days and could really use an "Auntie Amber" story...;)
*cough, cough* hint, hint *cough, cough*
;) :D ;)
Once Upon A Time
... a long, long, long time ago (so they say) the many members of the Cat-ly Knights of the Pet Talk Round Table had an undersea adventure!
Now keep in mind that undersea adventures are VERY frustrating for felines! It's tricky getting into wet-suits when you have claws and no opposable thumbs, and it's awkward to have water pressing your wet-suit in all around your svelte, trim **ahem, cough, cough** body, AND it's miserable seeing a tasty, toothsome morsel slip by when your paws are in the blamed wet-suit and your head is incased in a bubble. It takes a lot to make cats go cavorting under the seas, you understand. It takes a lot, but our cats are valiant, brave, and daring! So, when the emergency call went out that small, valiant volunteers were needed to save the world, who answered the call? The brave, the furry, the valiant Knights of Pet Talk Round Table!
Background: Eco-terrorists have submerged pellets containing a virulent poison off of the Great Barrier Reef that will dissolve and eventually kill all life in the oceans - thereby killing all life in the world! **Gasp!! How dastardly!! How evil!!** By clever cunning they made the pellets ping-pong ball sized and hid them amid razor-sharp reef to keep humans at bay. For once all the humans were working together as a team, but they were stymied by their large size and (face it) awkward bodies.
Spenser-the-Lion called the KoPTRT together. As distasteful as it would be, they and they alone could save the world from certain death. Who else had the grace, artistry, and daring to wacky little ping-pong balls from impossible locations and out to where the humans could access them? Face it, when you think grace, you think kitty-cats, now don't you? From around the world each cat eagerly appeared and helped one another suit up. Ernie and Butter did spend a great deal of time racing around the beach kicking sand up and tackling one another, but it was pointed out that their energy was needed elsewhere. Casper and Kitty prettily lead the dive team off of the boat once it anchored above the fatal pellets. "Tha-awkie" the first pellet popped from under the reef! Mr. B. bopped it to the next cat in line, Cassy, who relayed it to Scooter, to Sydney, to Marius, to Smokey, to Princess, to Miss Vicki, to Shiloh and on and on it rolled until the human could capture and neutralize it. The same story repeated all over the reef: to the north: Stormy to Oliver to Livvy to Edwina to Ritzy to Snow Tiger to Amy to Tubby and to the East: Rainbow to Foxy to Noah to Kitty to Noel to Casper to Prema to Maya to Boots and to the South: Pesto to Garbo to Trevor to Mimi to Wynki to Simba to Jumper to Emmett to Pepper and to Stump … In fact, in all directions of the compass the many brave-hearted Knights thwackied ping-pong balls of destruction because they were so brave!
One human reported to his commander what he was seeing and was severely reprimanded for drinking while on duty. "There can't be hundreds of little cats in wet suits scampering at the bottom of the sea, you fool," he screamed, "Do you have rapture of the deep that you're seeing things?"
To be continued...