August 7th 2012 10:37 pm
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When my mum and I have special snuggle time I feel all happy inside. I get headrubs and strokes and she rubs my tummy and I purr and purr. And sometimes all that love leaks out in the form of a little bit of dribbling.
It happened yesterday. I was sitting next to mum enjoying the most exquisite caresses when mum suddenly went "Yeuch - you dribbled on me Toby" and she moved the non-stroking hand away and rubbed the dribble off her hand back on to me.
I realised I was on to something there - two handed stroking. But how to get more dribble on that hand now she had moved it? I waited until I had a lot again and then shook my head violently. Dribble flew everywhere, on her hands, on her arms, on the sofa. I have rarely been more impressed with myself.
It didn't quite work out as planned though. Mum went to the bathroom to rinse off. Time for another plan....
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My mum thinks that is gross too. I think it was a stroke of genius. I'll just explain to my mum it a boy cat thing.
Hehehe! That's pretty greats buddy!
You are so devious!