Bebe curls up in the not-wife's knicker drawer. This week's entry for the Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.
Wicklow Sights (I)
2 days ago
30 November 2007
The Madonna of the knicker drawer
Bebe curls up in the not-wife's knicker drawer. This week's entry for the Friday Ark and Carnival of the Cats.
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Purrrr....
Ah she has lots of those LB!
And very comfy she looks!
Oh she was Welshcakes!
Comfy for sure.
Absolutely!
What happens when the not wife sees this feline intrusion? I never did get my flannel shirt back from Earl the cat.
We are getting dangerously close to an ‘Are you being served?’ moment here – that could have been catastrophic, but you seem to have escaped it by a whisker ;-)
Ah fear not, it was she who pointed out Bebe's intrusion. As for Bebe, it the not wife's slippers she really craves.
Haha Phil. It was always under control! Nobody lost their trousers a la Whitehall Farce!
Clean clothes and a semi-confined space - feline paradise.
The only time I gave up on getting something back was when I left a bag of catnip in the pocket of a pair of jeans. It wasn't worth the struggle.
Oh yes, Ted will go in there too, Bryan. I can see why those jeans were a lost cause!
I was thinking of drawers, Mrs Slocombe and her pussy ;-)
Maybe a quiet sit down will help ;-)
Doh Phil! I will have to engage brain properly!
Knicker drawer! I love it. It makes me snicker. Much better than pantie drawer!
It does have a better ring to it, eh Andree?
A cat sitting on her undies--Is that the not wifes secret to warming up on a cold day? I suddenly wish I owned a cat.
Oh yes a soft hairy pussy do make knickers warn!
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