Inside Casa la Feve, we speak our own language. The pussy (the furry female four-footed one) is The Button, my spouse is The Smotch, and in general, we are very fond of the suffix, -age.
Boobage, for example. And snackage. (Sometimes the two are one in the same. 😉 )
So we do not have pillows on the bed in our master (Mistress?) bedroom. Instead, we have pillage.
Pillage.
Which is especially appropriate, I think, because I tend to steal pillage from my Smotch.
Most recently, at 2:13am.
Hmmm… I need more pillage, I thought to myself. So I’ll just steal the one under Smotchy’s head.
3…
2…
1…
Thunk.
His head hit the mattress, earning me a discombobulated half-awake stare.
Earning *him* a grin. 😀
{Insert utter bafflement and rapid blinking (his, of course) here.}
“And why,” he drawled confusedly, “did you snatch my pillage?”
“Retaliation,” I explained with academic assuredness. “Retaliation for the converse.”
(It drives him batty when I use mathematicalegalese, especially at this hour… Which is why I do it. 😀 )
Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stared owlishly at me, attempting to formulate a question. “Uhhh…?”
“Or is it the inverse? Retaliation for the inverse. Or the converse. I forget.”
Blink, blink.
“You see,” I said (in my most smug school-marm voice), “I have snatched your pillage…”
“Errr…?”
“…Because YOU are forever pillaging my snatch.”
perfection, my dear!
:: curtsy ::
loved the “trying to make sense and owl eyed” description of waking him with your totally justified, thieving way. It IS only fair. Turnaround is fair play….and all ; )
Precisely.
Though, when *he* turns around… I don’t play fair. 😉
well, you have to keep him on his toes , don’t you?
And I thought you would be sharing the poetry of desperate prisoners, instead you just wanted an in-mate.
Ha! 😀 Very punny. 😉
Iced tea right out my nose and all over Monssieur Notasub’s hand. 😛
*clapping and whistling*
That was way cooool!
*Miss America style wave to Serendipity*
Sounds like fun at your place 24/7….:)
Well, *I* am fun, so… What’d you expect? 😛
You are always so clever with your tongue and it makes me laugh… and then shiver. I love stories of your everyday playfulness with your Smotch. Love and laughter… does it get any better?
Laughter is the best part of love, yes? 😀
That is bloody brilliant! No way in hell I would be able to think of something that clever at that time in the morning. I certainly know how I would have reacted if I had been him in that situation. Great little post
We both have a tendency to play with words, as well as with each other. 😉
Cheeky. I like it. I think I’m going to enjoy reading your blog.
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