Got back to me Geeeeerman mates house on Friday night, and he greeted his two mangy shit machine moggies with much 'uggin, snoggin' and cuddlin'.
Couldn't actually understand wha' he was saying to them whilst all this puke inducing 're- bonding' was taking place, as he spoke in German to 'em, 'cus apparently that's the only language they understand.
One of them looks like a black and white over inflated barrage baloon, the other one is an evil little twat that hates all strangers.
As I don't speak much Geeeerman like, I thought I'd try 'bonding' with it using my very own personal communication technique....
hoof talk.
Bastard evil scrawny thing went for me, hissing spitting and attempting to claw at me.
I therefore had to 'speak' to it again.
I think it understood me this time and went off in a sulk.
