Yep, it's officially summer in NY. Ugh.

[anagramofbrat]

Scene: Dining Room, the House. The CAT of Indeterminate Gender is loosing hir goddamn shit leaping about in splay-legged circles, chattering and hunt-yowling.

ME: [approaching] What the hell is your problem?

CAT: MOW. [lifts paws]

GIGANTIC ROACH: o hai can you help a bugger out?

ME: ...holy shit. *

CAT: IKR I IZ MAITY HNTR REWRD ME WITH MEAT

ME: Um, no. Besides, aren't those things a good source of protein?

CAT: [looks at GIGANTIC ROACH dubiously]

GIGANTIC ROACH: FUCK Y'ALL [runs]

CAT: MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW** [leaps on GIGANTIC ROACH]

GIGANTIC ROACH: Hoshit.

CAT: OM NOM NOM OH HEY UR RITE DIS PURTY GUD [crunches happily]

ME: ...ew.


Looks like I'll be picking up Raid next time I go shopping.



* The thing was three inches long. I shit you not.
** translates roughly as "oh no you didn't!"

Comments

[sheangel.livejournal.com]

Our little Joss is the same with bloody great Bluebottles. She'll screech around the room chattering for 30 seconds. Then all you can hear is the satisfied smacking of lips. hence we have no need to own fly spray!