I purposely drag electronics from room to room without coiling their cords, because he’s hilarious when he pounces on prongs.
This particular pic demonstrates the “Wait… It stopped moving… Now what do I do?” pose. 😉
Some women have a “stable”…..
I, however, have a mad menagerie.
Meet my boy Wallace:
Who also, by the way, has a shoe fetish. o_O
Cats and their pouncing instinct. I once woke from a very sound, relaxing sleep when Evil Kitty decided to act like a certain part of my anatomy was a mouse.
Hopefully – for Smotch’s sake – Wallace isn’t getting similar ideas…
Nah, Smotch is safe. He’s a pussy magnet.
Some women have a “stable”…..
Wanna trade?
Earrgasm guy is as easy to entrain as the kitty cat…..I’ll give you my laser pointer.
Erm… As, um…entertaining> as that sounds… Ahhh… Thanks? But no thanks… Lol. The cat and the Mister are sort of a package deal. And my lobes are off-limits. 😉
But, can I still play with your laser pointer? It’d keep the dynamic duo (aka, The Package Deal) out of my hair (and away from my electronics!) for at least an hour, I’ll bet. 😀
*smacks forehead*
Entertain….. not entrain
(good lord that must have been some kind of F.F.F.S……Frustrated FemDom Freudian slip…..trying to shoo him away……and yes he is easy to entrain also…..in fact putting him on a train does entertain him)
Okay well……since you don’t want to trade…yes you are more than welcome to the laser pointer…just watch out when you run it up walls…cuz if your crew is like mine…somebody will head butt the wall.
Cue music: Leavin’ on a midnight train to Georgia…
And yes, Wally has been known to run head-first into walls. He’s a bit dunder-headed, but we rescued him, so we’re keeping him. 😉
Sometimes the simplest things are the most fun. And then you have a contest to see who do the kinkiest stuff with it.
Simple things… You mean like inserting tab A into slot B? Repeatedly? 😉
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Pthhhhbp! 😛
Your cat is cute….looks like a young one too…Wallace? Well, names are always fun. I like how they are oblivious to all these sorts of things, bdsm etc included….:)
He’s adorable. In a wobbly sort of way.
He’s eight years old; his ‘sister’ (they were adopted at the same time, and we anthropomorphousize our pets around here) is nine. She either loves him half to death with her tongue baths or unsheaths her claws and chases him in a furor. There’s sort of no in-between. Which is… Pretty much how I deal with my own siblings. *snort*
Wallace is the name he came with, and it fits him. His sister’s name, on the other hand… *rolling eyes*
Not so much. 😛
Funny how they chase each other and claw each other…we have just one old dear, very old now…but still going strong!