Friday, November 29, 2019

Scent

As I jumped on the bed tonight to remind mum to switch off the computer and get some sleep, she caught a whiff of something and asked me "am I smelling pooh or jellimeat (fancy feast)?  It is so hard to tell".   Mum is thrilled at the thought of having to lift the covers shortly so that I can crawl on top of her and spread the odour throughout the bed. 

6 comments:

  1. I hope for your mum's sake that it was jellimeat and not pooh!

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  2. HaHa! Bless!x Your a naughty/clever young
    lady Poppy!x
    But! Lets hope it's Jellimeat..! :o).

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  3. Hahahaha! I guess there are some advantages to no longer having a sense of smell. (I've lost mine over the years, probably because I'm quite allergic to cats!)

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  4. Poppy, dear, please tell your mum that one of my toms, the Floofmeister, is a white Maine Coon who is not permitted to settle on the bed until I've inspected his nether regions.

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  5. Oh yes, i know that smell. Did someone not clean properly? If so, who? And how much is getting where?...

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