Welcome to another Installment of
Wordy on Wednesday
[formerly known as Wordless on Wednesdays but we've got too much to say! MOL]
Midweek greetings supurr furriends
The Pink Flamingo Saga continues... in Part III
Mew may remember that my baby brofur Smoochie was bunny-kicking the pants off the pink menace at the end of our last riveting episode.
Using his supurr Smoochie skillz, he bunny-kicked that fiend senseless using
his supurr strong back leg.
out of there.
Finally the pesky pink varmint came up for air - taking rasping gasping breaths he stretched out completely, almost coma-like.
[On another note: I have to admire his tenacity and outright hardcore approach to embracing this truly magnificent plant.]
"That's fur traumatizing my big sisfur!" he said triumphantly.
>^.^<
"And ACTION!"
Smoochie was really getting stuck in to the fluorescent pink teleporting wacko when there was an almighty
***POOF***
and it vanished.
Amber rushed to the patio doors and saw the wicked pink menace magically appear in the lavender bush.
"To the garden," she called.
Smoochie was already racing across the lawn towards it, when
***POOF***
The pesky varmint landed on top of the garden gate.
Glaring at us with it beady black eyes and a rather disconcerting smirk.
"You crazy kitties can't catch me!" he laughed menacingly.
"I'll get him!" I cried leaping up onto the top of the gate, but I was a fraction too late, it had
***POOFED***
out of there.
Materializing in the most holy of holiest places.
"It's in our flippin' cat-mint!" Amber shouted from the courtyard. "That cheeky pesky pest is in our cat-mint, get him!"
She raced towards the mill-wheel and this is what happened next...
She found the pink menace fully submerged face first in one of our beloved and prized cat-mint plants.
Completely oblivious to effurrything going on around him, the pink flamingo burrowed deeper into the fragrant nectar absorbing its wondurpurr fragrance
Fully engulfed, the pink pest plunged a little further into the very core of the cat-mint and all we could hear was a strange snorting and chomping sound. We were quite astounded and kept our distance, not knowing what would happen next...
Finally the pesky pink varmint came up for air - taking rasping gasping breaths he stretched out completely, almost coma-like.
[On another note: I have to admire his tenacity and outright hardcore approach to embracing this truly magnificent plant.]
Amber jumped onto the mill-wheel, just as the pink menace emerged from the most thrilling experience he'd effur had.
She was not a happy camper. "This is completely unacceptable!" she said trying to contain her outrage as the pink winged beastie lay in a hallucinogenic daze, completely ignorant of the extreme wrath being directed like claw-tipped arrows straight at him.
"This means war!" she said resolutely.
Dan dan daah....
'And CUT!'
>^.^<
Smoochie here, "Sorry mew guys, but we'll have to leave it there fur this week, the P.A. has other stuff to do now, but don't worry we'll be back with more before mew know it!"
The Pink Flamingo Saga will continue next week... so stayed tuned for what happened next....
What do mew think will happen next?!
Have a pawesome day
Bestest purrs
Basil & Co
