Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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Posted by dulwichmum on Sat 29 March 2008

My perfect friend Vashi really does not share my sense of humour at all – you realise when I am joking don’t you?

OHMYGOD…

I fear I shall be lying down for the rest of the week, I may even seek confession.

Vashi recently described her frustration at how her prized Persian Blue kitty had been spending far too much time in the arms of a frightful neighbour. Apparently this loathsome woman had been gloating regarding the fact that Snookums preferred to dine at number 7! How very dare she? That woman is a minx.

What am I to do?” wailed my chum. “I am spending a fortune on fresh fish at Moxons, the cat gives me a filthy look if I even dare to dish out Hills Science. It is not the money, clearly – I just feel so damn bullied and betrayed!”

I wouldn’t stand for it a minute more. I would have him put to sleep if I were you,” I laughed “and visit a taxidermist with the corpse. I am sure that someone experienced could compose him appropriately. You could position Snookums on your piano stool within view of your evil neighbour – just inside the bi-folding glass doors. She could rattle her damn pots and pans and call the cat to her hearts content – she would soon realise that the relationship was over“…

I WAS JOKING…

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