FOOD BOWL NUNKIES

By Libby Singleton
(with input from Sunshine the Nunkies Addicted Bitchy Kitty whose food bowl
was moved three weeks ago but still hasn't adapted....)
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Due to a sudden bug infestation in and around your own, personal foodbowl,
Daddy decides you can eat out of the other one that belongs to that mean old
tom cat.  You don't like that idea at all.  In protest, you settle down where
your beloved bowl of Kit N' Kaboodles used to be, refusing to budge.

Suddenly you sense another presence in the room.  You know it isn't any of
the regular people you let live in your house because they've been in bed for
hours.  "Meep?" you call.

"Do you have a problem, my dear?" A tall, regal man steps out of the shadows.
 His voice is silky smooth, demanding yet reassuring.  His turtleneck sweater
is well-cut, not one of those Walmart cheapies.  In the neck of the shirt is
a little sword pen.  The man's pants are also black and very, very tight.
 You begin purring in approval, but then remember your woes.

"Mmmeeeeoooowwww!" you cry loudly, sniffing around where the bowl use to be.

"Oh, you are out of food, that is a travesty unlike any I have ever
experienced in my nearly 2000 years of existence."  He reaches into the
cabinet to retrieve the back of catfood, but to your horror fills the OTHER
bowl!

"MMeerrroooowwww, grrrroooowwwwlll, hiiiissssssss!" you cry.  To emphasis
your displeasure, you begin sharpening your claws furiously on the rug.

"My, my, my, we are in a mood tonight, are we not?" Nunkies chuckles.  "Am I
to assume you are unhappy about your current feeding arrangement?"

"Meep!"

"I understand completely.  My Nicholas finds the same topic difficult."  To
your delight, Nunkies gets another bowl and fills it with Kit N' Kaboodle.
 He places it right where you indicate.

After munching down on a few bites, followed by a cool sip of water he's
fetched you in a chilled goblet, you rub Nunkies' leg in appreciation.
 "Puuuurrrrrr," you... purr.

Nunkies reaches down and with one, strong but soft hand lefts you up.  You
can feel his firm chest muscles through his taylored shirt as he holds you
tightly, scratches in *that* special spot behind your right air.  Nunkies
truly knows how to send a kitty into Nunkies Fantasyland!

THE END

Libby
**Never try tew teach a Ratpacker manners,
it jest wastes your time and annoys the Ratpacker**