Conversations with Pippy Gonzalez
Dragons: *hauls tubs out of laundry sink* Pippy, you know the study, right?
Pippy Gonazalez: *lazes in hallway* Meow?
Dragons: No, that would be the guest room. I'm talking about the study. Where I don't do any. You know it?
Pippy Gonzalez: *stretches, points* Meow.
Dragons: *opens cupboards, rummages* Yeah, you SAY that, but I'm starting to wonder if you actually have any idea where the study really is.
Pippy Gonzalez: Meow.
Dragons: *plugs sink, turns on taps* Well, I sound annoyed because I am.
Pippy Gonzalez: Meow.
Dragons: No, no. I'm just frustrated.
Pippy Gonzalez: Meow.
Dragons: *squirts bleach* Because I have a clinic on Sunday and I haven't ridden horse!Sam all week and I don't have time to be washing these saddle blankets four times.
Pippy Gonzalez: Me--
Dragons: And I'm just thinking, that if you truly knew where the study was, then you would know that I have provided you with kitty litter in there.
Pippy Gonzalez: --ow.
Dragons: So there's not actually any need for you to be pissing all over my gear. Is there, you malignant, vindictive little urinary tract?
Pippy Gonzalez: *purrs, twists, licks back*
Dragons: *makes the quiet swear words, scrubs*