| The Feline Version of Takeout: A True Story |
[Jun. 22nd, 2005|09:32 pm] |
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Tonight, I had chicken for dinner, a meal that both of my cats, Buttons and Rhapsody, love very much. I had my dish sitting on a table in my living room, and I was laying on the couch, watching Evander Holyfield attempt to dance. Rhapsody, my small girl cat, was sitting at the end of the couch. Buttons, a fat lazy male cat, was laying under the dining room table, across the room from where I was sitting. The two cats stared at each other for a few minutes, and then, Rhapsody suddenly began scratching the couch. I got up to stop her (wouldn't want the upolstery ruined), turned around, and saw Buttons making off with the chicken cutlet that was to be my dinner. As mom laughed her ass off, I chased Buttons around screaming THATS MY FUCKING DINNER! HE ran all up and down the living room couches, and finally burrowed behind the garbage can in the kitchen, where he proceeded to eat the entire cutlet. Rhapsody, the demon who set the whole thing in motion, got jack shit. Such is life... |
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