Just got the kitaens back from the vet, minus their reproductive capabilities. They both have their heads in buckets. Neo is lying across
redcountess begging cuddles (Claire said how sooky he was at the vet) and Madam is hiding under the bed feeling depressed. While chasing Madam to get the bucket back on her head, the groceries came; the driver left me with the words "keep smokin'" and we think he'd had a bit himself, since he called ten minutes later to ask for directions to a completely different house and Liz had to try several times to get across that we were where we were and that he'd just been here. And I left my bag in the minicab, and cheers to the driver who brought it straight back intact. JUST A LITTLE FRAZZLED, YES.
I'm working on a prospective Uncyclopedia article about Cat Piss Man (as defined here by
sclerotic_rings) and I would very much like your assistance. I have already sent a draft to
sclerotic_rings for comment, but I would like your stories of and links to cat pissery of the human kind. It will be written from the viewpoint of someone aggrieved at the label, so quotes and links to use would be really good.
Update: And Madam just got out of her bucket again. What a clever kitty!
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Date: 2006-01-10 12:09 am (UTC)EW.
"What do you want to bet that's Norm?"
Amazing how often that happens.
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Date: 2006-01-10 12:40 am (UTC)After the third time he said just this, and the third time I told him to stop asking about her, I asked a couple of large, muscular friends to speak with Norm privately. I believe they threatened to beat him if he mentioned my daughter's name or body ever again. The last time I was in the same room as Norm, he scuttled away from me as quickly if I were holding a bar of soap.
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Date: 2006-01-10 12:46 am (UTC)PLACE THAT QUOTE!