If I Could Talk to the Animals...
Today I had the following conversation with my cat:
Coyote: Excuse me.
Widget: pfft.
Coyote: Come on. I want to sweep there.
Widget: yawn.
Coyote: Move it!
Widget: Can't you see that I am sitting here?
Coyote: I don't care! I need to sweep and mop that floor. Now move it, fatass.
Widget: I refuse to move. You can't make me.
Coyote: I think you ( Read more... )
Coyote: Excuse me.
Widget: pfft.
Coyote: Come on. I want to sweep there.
Widget: yawn.
Coyote: Move it!
Widget: Can't you see that I am sitting here?
Coyote: I don't care! I need to sweep and mop that floor. Now move it, fatass.
Widget: I refuse to move. You can't make me.
Coyote: I think you ( Read more... )
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You just never know when and how. When we get home from our vacation, I suspect we will be on Tibers extreme shitlist. He will *not remember* us for many moons. Although screeching for dinner will be exponentially louder even if we are standing there, because of course we will be invisible to him until he deems we have paid for our folly.
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