Dish drama

[xingularity]

Last evening I got home and Andrew and Dani were downstairs getting the grill going for some steak. I went upstairs and started working on the litter boxes. I wasn't finished by the time the steak was, so as I finished up the steak rested. Now is the part I'm angry about. After I finished and started getting some steak and mashed potatoes, Dani's

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[bella_phenomena]

The drama in my house usually goes like this:

"MEOW!" (translated means, "RUB MY BELLY!")
"Not now, Meg."
"MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW, MEOW--"

Need I say more?

In conclusion, I'm glad I live alone. I'm also glad I don't have a dishwasher to worry about loading. And further more, I'm glad that I don't have any steak knifes to load in the dishwasher I don't have to worry about loading.

:)

[xingularity]

Well, we always have cat drama, too. We have Samantha Hain who walks around telling all the other cats to get out of her way and being generally a diva. If she does the lying on the back thing, it's a trap. Don't go for the belly or you may lose a finger or two. :)
Tuna waits patiently for anyone to open up the door cause he wants to go in and beat up Freya. He holds her down while scratching at her and she screams and pees. But I would love to meet Meg sometime. :)

[bella_phenomena]

Wow. That's some serious feline soap opera drama!

Amendment to my last comment. I am also glad that I don't have multiple felines to supervise while loading the dishwasher I don't have with steak knives I don't own.

I will have to check with Meg on her schedule. If you're willing to follow her around on your hands and knees while brushing her, she will probably be able to fit you in. ;)

[grenacia]

Wow is that stupid (not you, the conflict perpetrated on you over the knife). Sounmds like better household dishwasher arrangements are needed.