Oh, man, is she gonna dig this. Can't wait to see the look on her face.
"Is that a chipmunk? Is it dead? Mittens, you f'n rock!"
This is gonna be great. I mean, who doesn't love a dead chipmunk? And you should've seen how I got him. Thing's running for the bush, I'm like, "Thwack … Where'd you think you were going?" And from there it was just:
"Okay, you can go." Right paw, Bap.
"Seriously, it's okay, you can take off." Left paw, Bap.
"Sorry-sorry-sorry, I couldn't resist. Honest this time. Go on." Both paws, Bap-bap.
You would've loved it. And she's gonna love it.
I'm wondering if I should leave it on the step or if it's better to hold it in my mouth and wait. If I drop it on the step, she'll be all, "Who left this awesome dead chipmunk here?" And then I can stroll up like, "Not a problem."
But if I keep it in my mouth and wait, then it's like I'm presenting it as a formal offering. It's a tough call.
I think I'm gonna hold it. That feels right to me.
Oh, shit here she comes. Okay … stay cool … you're a cat, you're a cat ...
Hey. What's going on? Were you out? I didn't even …
Oh, this? Just a little something I picked up ... thought I'd slide it your way.
Why are you looking at me like that?
Yeah, it's a dead chipmunk, what's it look like?
What do you mean, "What am I doing?" I'm hunting and gathering. I'm a cat. I'm a mini-tiger. Think about that. There's tiger in here.
Dude … don't be all disgusted. I'm trying to give you something here, do you a favor.
You know what … f you. You're still feeding me, but f you. Maybe I'll see you around.
EM
Monday, October 13, 2008
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Awesome -- glad to see TWUYFF is back in biz. Just last night I was saying "Hey, what, is Bill working at his work again or some such bushwa?".
"you're a cat... you're a cat..."
-Dan
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