Meow Tattlers
It's Winston. Reporting from base bungalow. If you didn't know already, I was named after Churchill, he got us through the war, but I just can't live up to that shit. A cat has 9 lives. I'm starting to thing that 9's too many. That woman, you know the one that looks like someone drew her face with their left hand, Lydia I think they call her, DOES NOT stop lisping at me. Or chatting wham. She sounds much better with her mouth closed, believe me. And she keeps disrupting my beauty sleep, by getting up at 5:30am to binge on her bitch flakes and stroll around the garden. In my last home, I was taught to think before I act. So if I claw the shit out of her, just know, it's a considered decision. Other than that, her secrets are safe with me. I don't understand moron. Plus, I think I zoned out after 30 minutes. Oh, other than she is short, well shortish, about tall enough to reach asshole level. And she smells so bad of fake tan and flatulence, even North Korea wouldn't use her as a chemical weapon.
The house elf, my husband I think he's called, is harmless enough. Although, I've found puddles deeper than him. But he best stop teasing me filling up those bird feeds. I hope one of those birds shits on his face. And don't get me started on Lumi. Do her parents even realise they're living proof two wrongs don't make a right? She's somewhat temperamental. 50% temper. 50% mental. So needy too. Constantly meowing and purring. Beautiful things don't ask for attention. She must be ugly then. Plus, the meow on the street is that she's a bully. Lumi did give me some meows of advice though. Never piss someone off who bleeds for 3 weeks a month and doesn't die. Never a truer meow spoken.
The only good thing about this shit hole, is that the cats rule the house. Now, it sounds a little crazy, but you can actually bring mice in here and walk across the kitchen surfaces. And, and this is a big AND. They've just built us these massive litter beds in the garden. But, if my owners are reading this, my real owners, not the beggar ones, I promise I'll be good, if I can come home. I won't even look at the baby. What baby?! If not, I'm confident my last meows will be are you fucking me.
Meow Winston
Dear Winston, welcome to Tattle, fellow feline!
History says that your namesake was in the right place at the right time, and so are you! Unfortunately, when he was no longer of use he was not re-elected, but don't let that worry you....this could be your finest hour!
The fact is we now have a furry Tattle spy in the bungalow to tell us what's really going on and wreak havoc!
So, as one countryside cat to another (I'm pedigree too, don't you know) take my advice...
If you get the chance to cough up a fur ball there's a thing called a Thermomix on the kitchen counter...great receptacle!
If you feel like throwing up, there's always My Husband's Baker Boy tweed cap! Or for max impact, in front of the fire.
Urge to poo? Third drawer down in Lidl's dressing room's island there's a drawer full of #
gifted #PR product Intimissimissimiiimememe underwear. Purrfect!
Need a good scratch? Start with her dressing gown! And the #gifted sisal carpet on the stairs is made for claws!
Fancy a nap? Make sure it's on HER sofa....5pm should time it just right before she retires for the evening !
Oh, and if you are shedding some of that gorgeous fur, make sure it's only on cashmere....or pasta!
There are a couple of good places for a wee...the house Elf has two citrus trees, Lidl's Louis Vuiton trunk or any phone or laptop. Oh, and anything sage! And anything designer...
If you bring in a few rats then feel free to drop them in the Boot Room....that's the corridor by the back door...you'll soon find your way around! The
wellies Dubarry boots and running shoes are very handy but Louboutin boots even better!
Digging around in the garden? Hydrangeas, roses and box balls are all yours! The raised beds are your playground.
I always like a good chew, especially telephone and internet cables, so feel free...any cable...all taste the same!
Outside and in, anything referred to as a "sproutling" is fair game.
If you really want to annoy them, make friends with Cawwie (she's the one who smells of dog and wine) and ignore them!
Make sure you are fussy about your food...demand the best! None of that #gifted Purina nonsense. I have Royal Canin for Maine Coons. Of course I do.
Throw a couple of sicky days so they've got the vet on speed dial and don't recover until it's cost them a fortune!
Finally, take no nonsense from Lumi...some coconut oil will see her off. As for Bolly, he's just a pup. A few swipes, claws out, should do it!
Good luck and were looking forward to regular reports from the Bungalow!
Meow xx