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.

15 comments:

The Lone Beader® said...

Purrrr....

jams o donnell said...

Ah she has lots of those LB!

Welshcakes Limoncello said...

And very comfy she looks!

jams o donnell said...

Oh she was Welshcakes!

Frank Partisan said...

Comfy for sure.

jams o donnell said...

Absolutely!

beakerkin said...

What happens when the not wife sees this feline intrusion? I never did get my flannel shirt back from Earl the cat.

CFD Ed said...

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 ;-)

jams o donnell said...

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!

Anonymous said...

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.

jams o donnell said...

Oh yes, Ted will go in there too, Bryan. I can see why those jeans were a lost cause!

jams o donnell said...

Doh Phil! I will have to engage brain properly!

Andree said...

Knicker drawer! I love it. It makes me snicker. Much better than pantie drawer!

jams o donnell said...

It does have a better ring to it, eh Andree?

elasticwaistbandlady said...

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.