If my cats could speak, I'm thinking this is the dialogue presently underway....
"You idiot"
"If I told you one time, I told you a thousand times; night-time is not play-time"
"Now look at us. Freezing our fat cat tails off, in the garage."
"No don't... Don't pee on his shoes. The last time you did that his crazy ass kept us out here for solid week."
"You realize two minutes ago, I was sprawled out on the sofa. The Warm Sofa."
"And for the love of Sweet god, you always run, roll-over, and look at him with the excitement of a game of chase. It's not chase. Moron. Human's call it remove the cat and sleep."
"God almighty its cold out here.. You know what . Screw it. Pee on his shoes."
Thursday, December 17, 2009
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Yup, I gotta boot old Groucho in the basement so he doesn't wake me up to watch him eat at 3AM. Though as long as he keeps doing that I figure he's doing okay.
May have to knock KT over head with hammer to go to sleep.
Lov,e
Amo
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