One Of Us Is On Drugs. Unfortunately, It Isn't Me.
Mos-cat: [from inside the enclosed kitty-litter box; calls out to everyone] Hey! Do you know who I am? I'm Richard Dreyfuss! [digs around in the kitty litter]
Myownspecialself: [snores softly] I'm sleeping. Shut up.
Mos-cat: No, really! I'm Richard Dreyfuss! [continues to dig around in kitty litter, which makes a loud and rattly noise].
Myownspecialself: [snores again] Okay. That's nice. [snores some more] And I'm asleep. Stop that.
Mos-cat: Yep. Richard Dreyfuss. And I'm in Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. See? [sends kitty litter flying]
Myownspecialself: [snoring still] Uh-huh. Stop making that racket. I'm asleep. It's 2:30 AM and you should be asleep also.
Mos-cat: Oh no, I cannot sleep, for I am Richard Dreyfuss in "Close Encounters Of The Dead Kind" and I am building a mountain. [valiantly attempts to mound the kitty litter into a miniature Devils Tower National Monument à la Richard Dreyfuss]
Myownspecialself: [opens one eye and grumbles] Mr. Dreyfuss, please stop. RIGHT. NOW.
Mos-cat: [rattles the kitty litter, which bounces off the hood of the kitty-litter box] This is cheap kitty litter. It doesn't hold the shape when you try to mold it into a mountain. Richard Dreyfuss is not pleased. Nope.
Myownspecialself: [gets out of bed and walks in to the room where the kitty litter box is] GODDAMNIT. STOP. THAT.
Mos-cat: [hums the "Close Encounters Of The Third Kind" theme song and moves kitty litter around in the box; because of the hood on the kitty-litter box, she is unable to see the irate alien approach.]
Myownspecialself: [awake and very annoyed; smacks the hood of the kitty-litter box and then reaches inside towards the cat's neck] Hey, have you ever seen the sequel? It's called "Dead Kitties Of The Third Kind" The aliens come to Earth and strangle all the goddamn cats.
Mos-cat: [runs out of kitty litter box] Augh! Help! Deadly aliens are after me! [runs around the room and flails]. Augh! Augh! [tips over water bowl] Augh! Aliens! Help!
Myownspecialself: [heads back to the bed] Good night, Mr. Dreyfuss. Don't forget your Oscar on the way out.
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This entry was originally posted at http://myownspecialself.dreamwidth.org/768630.html.
Myownspecialself: [snores softly] I'm sleeping. Shut up.
Mos-cat: No, really! I'm Richard Dreyfuss! [continues to dig around in kitty litter, which makes a loud and rattly noise].
Myownspecialself: [snores again] Okay. That's nice. [snores some more] And I'm asleep. Stop that.
Mos-cat: Yep. Richard Dreyfuss. And I'm in Close Encounters Of The Third Kind. See? [sends kitty litter flying]
Myownspecialself: [snoring still] Uh-huh. Stop making that racket. I'm asleep. It's 2:30 AM and you should be asleep also.
Mos-cat: Oh no, I cannot sleep, for I am Richard Dreyfuss in "Close Encounters Of The Dead Kind" and I am building a mountain. [valiantly attempts to mound the kitty litter into a miniature Devils Tower National Monument à la Richard Dreyfuss]
Myownspecialself: [opens one eye and grumbles] Mr. Dreyfuss, please stop. RIGHT. NOW.
Mos-cat: [rattles the kitty litter, which bounces off the hood of the kitty-litter box] This is cheap kitty litter. It doesn't hold the shape when you try to mold it into a mountain. Richard Dreyfuss is not pleased. Nope.
Myownspecialself: [gets out of bed and walks in to the room where the kitty litter box is] GODDAMNIT. STOP. THAT.
Mos-cat: [hums the "Close Encounters Of The Third Kind" theme song and moves kitty litter around in the box; because of the hood on the kitty-litter box, she is unable to see the irate alien approach.]
Myownspecialself: [awake and very annoyed; smacks the hood of the kitty-litter box and then reaches inside towards the cat's neck] Hey, have you ever seen the sequel? It's called "Dead Kitties Of The Third Kind" The aliens come to Earth and strangle all the goddamn cats.
Mos-cat: [runs out of kitty litter box] Augh! Help! Deadly aliens are after me! [runs around the room and flails]. Augh! Augh! [tips over water bowl] Augh! Aliens! Help!
Myownspecialself: [heads back to the bed] Good night, Mr. Dreyfuss. Don't forget your Oscar on the way out.
~
This entry was originally posted at http://myownspecialself.dreamwidth.org/768630.html.