My pussies (as of 14 January 2004)

[Andrew (imported)]

Sunday, 14 January 2004

I am back from my USPS school in Norman, Oklahoma. My brother was unable to get me some sort of laptop to use in Norman. I tried to use some of the USPS computers, but on-line access was limited. Indeed, when I tried to access the Eunuch Archives, I was informed that access was denied due to inappropriate content.

“Obscene/Extreme, Sex”

Obviously, those Postal Inspectors must have been reading some of my Internet Newsgroup postings where I mention heavy petting sessions in my bedroom with naked pussies. Amazing what Eunuchs like me can do behind closed doors with NUDE cats! (pant pant) Speaking of which…

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I arrived home about 6 PM today. The cats greeted me as usual. Molly was on her heated pad on the steps up to the cat tree. As I petted her, Czarina came up for some petting. After several minutes of petting both cats, I went to my computer, where Conway was sitting on the heated pad next to my chair, awaiting some petting. Czarina hopped onto the top of the computer where a cat platform is installed, to have some more petting. After several minutes of this, I went to the bedroom to pet Max. After several minutes of this Molly jumped on the bed to be petted again, as did Conway. Czarina remained in the kitchen, unwilling to associate herself as an equal with the other three cats.

I called Brother, who assured me that the cats had behaved themselves whilst I was gone, and that Molly was such a sweetie. Conway had been pilled daily, and only did a couple of barfs. Czarina had not thrown up even a single hairball.

I went out to supper, then AA. I am now back and need to sort through the mail. I hope to get back into the Newsgroups by tomorrow morning. I need to figure out how to pay some bills, in addition to my Chapter 13 payment and rent for the next two months, by 31 January.

[Blaise (imported)]

Ah, yes. I remember cats! It's good to have you home. Money, I remember that also.

[Andrew (imported)]

At home, the cats continue to act like cats. Czarina now makes it a point to spend a lot of time in the heated window sill bed in the living room, formerly used by Conway. Conway, in return, sleeps in Czarina’s bed in the kitchen, and rests on the chair next to mine when I am at the computer. This chair has a heated cat pad. The game is this: Conway will NOT beg to be petted like the other cats. That is soooo vulgar. However, every now and then he will give out a small “chirp” to remind me that if I want to pet him, he will put up with it for half and hour or so, as a sort of courtesy to me, as long as it is understood he is not begging to be petted.

Yesterday, like every Sunday, was when I wash my bedding, as well as the two big cat beds on my bed. This miffs Max and Molly somewhat. But Max finally wandered out to the living room, and noted the heated pad two feet off the floor, leading up to the cat tree, formerly used by Molly. He went there and settled in. He did not sleep with me last night. Today he is still more or less holding down the heated pad. He is OUT OF THE BEDROOMS! I feel like dancing.

None of this bothered Molly. I am not sure anything can bother Molly. I have 4 cats and 10 heated cat beds/pads, so Molly just settled in on the pad on my work desk, letting Max use what used to be her pad. She still sleeps with me all night, nude. That’s right, no cat’s pajamas.

Musical cat beds,

A game played by four old cats,

Breathing and purring.

[Blaise (imported)]

Oh, the passionate stories that come from the cat dominated eunuch. Federal secret agents scrutinizing us simply get more and more data on our weird ways. The shame of it--oh the shame of it all.

I miss my cat Georgia--she died in 1989. :headphone :headphone