The kelb was then put into the kitchen behind the screen door and he watched forlornly as I savoured every mouthful and enjoyed my reclaimed meal with gusto. I relished every mouthful and made sure to take my time to eat it. It is so satisfying seeing the kelb so dejected. Once I had finished the kelb was released, and he exploded from the kitchen and almost knocked the male infidel flying in his attempts to lick my empty bowl completely clean ensuring every last morsel was gone.
Sunday, 30 August 2009
Day 749 of Captivity
Unbelievable! I was just tucking into my evening repast, when the electrical transformer in the garden went off and scared the living daylights out of me. I scarpered, and as I was beating a retreat, the gluttonous kelb darted forward and took the male infidel slightly off guard. He made a grab for my chicken leg, just as the male infidel leapt up and rugby tackled him to the ground. A scuffle ensued, during which the male infidel got the kelb into a head lock and wrestled the stolen chicken from his vice-like mandibles. The kelb was not giving up without a fight and he tried to guzzle the chicken leg, he looked like Marty Feldman; all bulging eyes, as the male infidel arose from the scrimmage victoriously holding the chicken leg aloft, keeping the kelb at bay with his leg.