Minx: I love you, I love you, I ...[makes suicidal move and throws herself under my feet] EEEEEEEEEEEEE, AIIEEEEEEEEEEEE, REEAAAAAAA-EEEEEAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR
Me: Ohmigod, are you okay?! Come here!!
Minx: AIIIIIIIIIII, WHY'D YOU DO THAT?
Me [near sobbing]: Minx, let me see! Are you ok?
Minx: YOU FUCKING WHORE, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! PFffffffffffft! HSSSSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTtttttttt!!!
Clint: What happened?! What's going on?!!
Me [near hysterics]: I stepped on the cat! Oh, God, I think I broke her leg.
Minx [nonchalantly]: I'm fine. Pick me up. I love you, I love you, I love you...
Clint: She's fine.
Me: No! She was just limping around the kitchen and screaming her head off! I swear! She called me a whore! You didn't hear it!
Minx: Heh heh hehhhh
Ooooo, I hit the nail on the head when I picked her name...
Sunday, March 30, 2008
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My dog thought this post was awesome.
Very accurate. Very cattish. I've spent the day with Alex, the cat who owns me, leaping up and napping on my fat belly every time I sit down.
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