I’m in yer underwear, stealin’ yer man.
Remember that post I made about Master’s “new girlfriend” that was really the cat? (Hee. And remember that chic who got all pissed off that it was a joke? Toooo funny!)
Anyway, she (the cat) is still super attached to Master. (Which still ticks me off since I’m the one who rescued her scrawny ass and who feeds her and who scoops her little cat turds and and and…)
Anyway, I was looking through some pictures for Foreign Object week over at Fet and I found this one. Now tell me this cat doesn’t have a strange obsession with mah Man? Srsly. If she could, I bet she’d be boiling a bunny on my stove.
Do you see that death glare!!? I couldn’t make this shit up! I lock her out of the bedroom at night. *nods*
We had a pretty good weekend. Saturday, we went out in the boat again. For Father’s Day, Master got a little boat motor (so I don’t have to row anymore. Yay!) and we went out into the Big Water.
That’s some scary shit. I did okay. In fact, I did better than okay. But still. That’s some scary fucking shit!
And just as I was all calm and peering over the side, this monster came swimming out from under the boat and scared the pee-waddins outta me.
We were out for a couple of hours. Long enough to get a little sunburn and to catch the same fish twice. (Fer real. It still had my hook stuck in its lip from where he broke my line when I caught him the second time. We’ve decided there are only two fish in the entire lake. The one he caught and the one I caught twice. And a turtle. The End.)
But here’s my guy, chillin’. Chillin’ and fishin’. Such a hard life, isn’t it?
Saturday evening we grilled out some brats and had some friends over. We pretty much spent the entire time talking about Spankfest. (Have you all made your travel plans? Registration for the August dates is open now! I fully expect to see you there. ~stern look~ 
)
I tell ya, by the end of the night, I was squirming and wondering if I really really want to take Master out in public. He kept looking at me with that ‘bug under the microscope’ look. It didn’t help that the Dom Friend kept saying “You can do anything to her. AN-NEEE-THING. Whatever you want! Anything!”
And I’m in my head, like,.. Dude! Shhhhh! lol
Then I totally had a “That is so not fair!” epiphany.
Master? Is never ever ever undressed in any capacity when we are at play parties or whatever. Me? Naked as a jaybird. Him? Dressed from head to toe.
So, I’ve decided that the man has body issues. *nods* My armchair psychology at it’s best! Then I’m all well fuck, so do I!!
Now I KNOW, without a single doubt, that I’ll be naked for most, if not all, of the entirety of our camping at Spank.
Totally not fair.
It’s not like I haven’t plastered his cock enough times here that everyone and their mother hasn’t already seen it, but if he so much as unzips his britches at Spank, I’ll be surprised.
Personally, I’d like to be fucked on the picnic table, please.
Just putting a request out there for his consideration.
No pressure!
(Of course, this morning, he jabs me in the arm and says “As your Master I command you to NOT be on your period for Spank! So, you know, I WILL BE because he just DARED my uterus! Stoopid stoopid man! Challenging the girl-bits! They just never learn. *shakes head*)
So anyway, that was Saturday.
Sunday was weird. We were both really really tired. So we did nothing much of anything. We napped. We sat. We read. We talked. We napped.
We ate junk because I didn’t wanna cook.
We went to bed.
I had wanted to get busy on the garden buckets but there was just no energy to be found anywhere. I plan on working on them today, though. If I don’t do it soon, I might as well kiss that plan goodbye too!
I just need a kick in the ass.
Volunteers?
Too bad! You’ll have to come to Spank and then I’ll let ya. 
~cunt
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Monday June 22nd, 2009 7:08am
Personally I’m wondering how the cat got in there…I mean surely you would notice a cat crawling into your underwear, even if you were busily taking a crap and stop it? But he didn’t..??
And I’m sooo jealous – you’ve actually caught a fish!
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He denies that cat nothing. Such a spoiled whore.
Like you aren’t kaya…spoiled lil cunt that you are…*grins*
Mok
I want to grab the bathmat from under his foot and yank it down, so it’s flat on the floor again…
In TOTALLY unrelated news, my doctor says I have OCD.
I’ve started medication…
I still want to yank the bathmat…
*le sigh*
(I love you posts, have I mentioned that recently? Love.)
~Chloe, who is into yankin’ and lovin’.
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Great post – made me smile from beginning to end! Thanks!
Cute kitty! Love torties. Dan’s cat has a total crush on him too.
OH and although I *can* swim, I’m totally afraid of boats. I hate riding in them; the one and only time we got a boat up at the lake I spent the whole time quivering and asking Dan to “please slow down, please PLEASE for the love of god, slow down”. We ended up going like 5 mph on a lake and Dan said he’s never taking me out again.
But when you go FAST there are WAVES and it’s CHOPPY and UGH!
Scary.
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I just found your blog yesterday. Your writing style is very entertaining and this post made me laugh. The cat in your Master’s pants, priceless.
Oh, we have a have a cat too, who loves him and hates me. He (the cat) is convinced I’m the spawn of the devil.
Pssst… Your link is wonky. I think you added some extra letters in there!
Not that you can fix it this go around – but I know I have my thingy set to save what I type in the Name and Address bars, so I just wanted to let you know, in case you do what I do and just type “h” and then click the fill-in!
~Chloe
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I fixed it. I think.
Yes, you did, thank you.
And thanks Chloe for telling me.
In our house it’s the opposite — DH’s kitty loves me and keeps me company in the bathroom.
Spank sounds like a lot of fun (announcements have been made in a couple of online groups I belong to). Unfortunately, that’s just not my hubby’s thing so we won’t be attending. Just make sure you pack the extra strong sunscreen and bug repellant.
Robin
Oh hunny, I’d love to come to Spankfest but I’m going to Ireland earlier in the month and that is wiping out every little bit of money I have.
*squishes you*
OMG, I giggled my way through this whole post. I so needed that.
Spank is so layed back, and with the fire, and in the dark….so are so screwed…well, i hope you are anyway. Sex on a picnic table by the fire is Hawt!! And I have level 50 sunscreen and aloe gel that i keep in the cooler
heh…. misquito bites on the bits. They would be able to find their way through the forest down there you know. Talk about torture!!! *shudders*
*sings* “ichy ichy, scratchy scratchy, oooh I got one in my cracky! He wont let me have no calamine lotion!”
Kaya,
I had a cat that did that, in fact, it would leap in and snuggle down to take a nap. She always got ndgnant when I interupted her a couple of minutes later. I’ve also had cats that would look at me as if to say, “But…but…you’re pooping in our water!” I don’t think they trusted the whole flushing thing. LOL
So, what you’re saying is that if I was at Spankfest, I’d see four days of naked Kaya? I’m looking for a downside here and not finding one.
Dave
Fucking Bunny, God Damn it. I feel your pain. Bunny? Our Italian Greyhound that we adopted and D. didn’t even want her raggedy ass? Oh, he pets her before he kisses me when he comes home and he was like “Move over Kitten, Bunny needs more pillow…”
WTF?
And she’s such a smug fucking little bitch. One day, at the dog park, I’m going to leave her cute little ass unattended. Fuck My Life, he will probably use my tuition to offer a reward for her safe return.
:p
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That is just about THE best cat pic I have ever seen!!
[rq=56531,0,blog][/rq]Take a Slave to Work Day! (Or.. getting divorced is like cooking a good sauce…)
Oh look! It’s a hamjock! Get it? Get it? Bwahaha!
i will never understand why men need to pull their pants down to their ankles to go to the bathroom. lol
i don’t know if you facebook or not but you need to take this quiz since i know how much you love the lolcat
http://apps.facebook.com/whichlolcatareyo/quiz/questions
i be laughing at that slut the cat
my doggy and i were in downtown Victoria this week. Its tourist mecca. i got so tired of hearing ‘oh what a cute doggy.” and ‘what kind of doggy is she, can i pet her?’ blah blah blah
all the buskers and street people with their hats out gave me the idea that i should have hung a sign around her neck with something like ‘help keep me in expensive kibble’ or ‘my mommy needs a new master, i come with the deal’
and guess what i STILL THINK YOUR WRONG AND A DUMB BITCH FOR POSTING THAT ABOUT A CAT AND TRYING TO TRICK PEOPLE
LOL
And I still think you are hilarious.
Have you seen this one yet?
http://community.livejournal.com/cat_macros/5226733.html?style=mine