Not feeling too perky. I guess the excitement of the dating game is getting to me… Bit of tummy trouble.
Yes, you guessed it, cue being hauled out of my lovely warm straw nest behind the downstairs window to be fed disgusting meds and having my bottae inspected for Klingonpoo. Potent stuff. How very degrading!
So, being nursed by my concerned waiting staff means living in Bouffe’s bachelor’s pad, while he’s undoubtedly putting his muddy prints all over my soft furnishings and knocking over beer cans in my lounge.
Let’s polish off his food. It’s the least I can do.