Recreation Room Pussy Club

I've decided to create my room into a 'recreation room' paradise for me and Stinko:

TV = check
Mood lighting = check (sort of). A lava lamp or similar wouldn't go amiss however.

Things I need:

Bean Bag for me, Bean Bag for Scratchy/Stinky
Mini Fridge
Kettle
To be hooked up to all TV features that are available in the living room
Small Cat toilet for Stink
Selection of toys for Stinky to bat about in a playful manner
Assortment of treats and snacks for myself and pussy

It will be nice to have lazy, rainy weekend days, sitting on the beanbag with Fleabag, watching mindless TV or Twin Peaks or whatever, warm and safe, in the glow of my own safe suburban home. Now to me that is paradise.

The Search for 'Stinky'

Yesterday I adopted a cat, called Scamp. I'm not fond on the name, but Scampi sounds better. Nicknames can include Stinky, Stinko and Pongo. 

He's about 1 year old. Which means for me I will hopefully have him for a long long time, so a long life time best friend.

He is very affectionate. When he's warmed more to us, I feel he'll be on par with Teddy on the Love Level. Lappy and Purry.

We rescued him from Team Cat Rescue. The ladies Lynne and Sheila were very cool and nice. Sheila said I should volunteer, as I have cat whispering qualities. I will do it, after Scampi has properly settled. I wanted to volunteer with cats. And blind people. And blind cats.

Well, it's time for me to nap. My dreams have been unusual and disturbing lately. Last night, in my dream, my right artery had somehow had been severed. I didn't realise for ages, but when I looked down, my clothing had absorbed a huge amount of blood, and it was profusely bleeding. All I was worried about was that people would assume I'd injected myself. Let's hope to better more logical dreams.