Intense discussion
We had a serious talk this evening at our place.
Jemmy: You know, you've been pretty useless all weekend.
Minerva: Tru dat.
Jemmy: You lay around all day yesterday like a dead thing--
Fidelio: My sciatica was acting up!
Jemmy: And sleeping the day away is going to fix that how? You should have done some stretches, some yoga, gone for a walk--
Fidelio: So helpful, cat!
Jemmy: Hey, it works for us; even Z, who is getting on in years, is still limber as a kitten, despite her slight case of what is either extreme bitchiness, or else clinical insanity. Anyway, you loafed so much we couldn't have the bed to ourselves for our naps, which throws our entire routine off, and then you went out and were gone forever, and came back with a milkshake which you did not share even a smidge of. Yes, that was a preposition. Do I look like an English major?
Bob: Plus you let the woman that smells like dogs in, and then That Man.
Fidelio: You refer to the cable guy?
Bob: Yeah, him.
Fidelio: stringwoman's cable box had to be replaced.
Jemmy: So when are you going to get cable internet? They've got a pretty good start-up deal--and it's a real pain trying to stream movies from Netflix with dial-up.
Fidelio: So that's what you get up to when I'm at work.
Minerva: You should be glad we're not getting into real trouble on the internet. We could, perfectly well, you know.
CA Floyd: You have no idea. Really.
Fidelio: I should eat.
Jemmy: How can you have an appetite, after lying in bed again all day today?
Fidelio: Hey, I forgot to take my antihistamines last night!
Jemmy: You say that as if you imagine it's an excuse.
Fidelio: It's a reason, and a damn good one, too.
Bob: Those dirty tissues on the bed are really gross. The noise you make blowing your nose isn't all that, either.
Fidelio: Get over yourselves. Do you beasts pay rent?
Minerva: Just wait until it's cold and the mice come in, missy!
Fidelio *takes cottage cheese and can of pineapple chunks from refrigerator*
*opens pull-tab of can*
*sets can on stove*
*goes to get bowl and spoon*
Cats: Ooh! Ooh! It's in a can! It must be ours! Food in cans is for us! Calloo callay! O frabjous day! Yay! Yay! Food in a can! Food in a can! *head en masse to back landing, where their dishes are*
Jemmy: *returns to kitchen* What's taking so long? And why isn't there a can for each of us? *stands on hind legs, sniffs at top of stove* Hey, it's a scam! This is canned pineapple! Who eats that?
Cats: *Consternation ensues*
Fidelio: *dishes up a serving of pineapple and cottage cheese*
CA Floyd: Why, I never! It's enough to make a fella go and rob a bank!
Bob: Or turn pirate.
Jemmy: You know, you've been pretty useless all weekend.
Minerva: Tru dat.
Jemmy: You lay around all day yesterday like a dead thing--
Fidelio: My sciatica was acting up!
Jemmy: And sleeping the day away is going to fix that how? You should have done some stretches, some yoga, gone for a walk--
Fidelio: So helpful, cat!
Jemmy: Hey, it works for us; even Z, who is getting on in years, is still limber as a kitten, despite her slight case of what is either extreme bitchiness, or else clinical insanity. Anyway, you loafed so much we couldn't have the bed to ourselves for our naps, which throws our entire routine off, and then you went out and were gone forever, and came back with a milkshake which you did not share even a smidge of. Yes, that was a preposition. Do I look like an English major?
Bob: Plus you let the woman that smells like dogs in, and then That Man.
Fidelio: You refer to the cable guy?
Bob: Yeah, him.
Fidelio: stringwoman's cable box had to be replaced.
Jemmy: So when are you going to get cable internet? They've got a pretty good start-up deal--and it's a real pain trying to stream movies from Netflix with dial-up.
Fidelio: So that's what you get up to when I'm at work.
Minerva: You should be glad we're not getting into real trouble on the internet. We could, perfectly well, you know.
CA Floyd: You have no idea. Really.
Fidelio: I should eat.
Jemmy: How can you have an appetite, after lying in bed again all day today?
Fidelio: Hey, I forgot to take my antihistamines last night!
Jemmy: You say that as if you imagine it's an excuse.
Fidelio: It's a reason, and a damn good one, too.
Bob: Those dirty tissues on the bed are really gross. The noise you make blowing your nose isn't all that, either.
Fidelio: Get over yourselves. Do you beasts pay rent?
Minerva: Just wait until it's cold and the mice come in, missy!
Fidelio *takes cottage cheese and can of pineapple chunks from refrigerator*
*opens pull-tab of can*
*sets can on stove*
*goes to get bowl and spoon*
Cats: Ooh! Ooh! It's in a can! It must be ours! Food in cans is for us! Calloo callay! O frabjous day! Yay! Yay! Food in a can! Food in a can! *head en masse to back landing, where their dishes are*
Jemmy: *returns to kitchen* What's taking so long? And why isn't there a can for each of us? *stands on hind legs, sniffs at top of stove* Hey, it's a scam! This is canned pineapple! Who eats that?
Cats: *Consternation ensues*
Fidelio: *dishes up a serving of pineapple and cottage cheese*
CA Floyd: Why, I never! It's enough to make a fella go and rob a bank!
Bob: Or turn pirate.