I play dead

First of all....whasuuuup!? Sorry I've not been on this for a while, but I got a life to lead you know? So just a summary, I'm over Fred. If that dude doesn't know a good thing ....well....hang on I'm getting sad. I would have shared everything with that cat....my food bowl was his food bowl, I would have given him the hair balls straight off my back...but anyway, I hope one day he will return.

What brings this maudlin mood? Well. Probably my near brush with death. It makes you question who and what is important....like those really big crunchy cat treats...mmmm

Anyway as I was saying..the other night I nearly died. Yes. Died. I was playing with my cat toys and suddenly a piece of purple glitter mouse got lodged in my windpipe. I started to choke. Number one human leapt into action.

She was rubbing my throat and panicking. It was an awful noise coming from me, I must say. The other human tried to help but was too drunk. She googled but was too drunk. Human one wasn't happy. Time was running out. But finally it went. It was all very traumatic but I swallowed Mr glitter mouse down. Gulp.

What I learned from this? Well. If you choke you get a lot...I mean ....a lot...of attention. Mwaaaah haaaaaaw hawwww. And you get a whole bunch of treats later....mwahhhh hawwww hawww...twiddles thumbs.

So this morning, I tried to play dead. On human number one's bed. Right I front of her. She was unmoved. And just cooed over me and rubbed my tummy..Damn. Didn't work. Pass me the mouse toy ;)