When I asked her what she was doing in there, Zoë said, “Playing that this is my tourbus. I’m heading to pick up my bandmates.”
“Oh yeah? What’s your band’s name?”
“Whisker Sisters. We cover Scissor Sisters songs.”
I turned to Monty. “Dude, what do you think about all this?”
“I’m moving out and changing my name to Kung Fu Panda.”
15 comments:
Hahaha! You are so funny. :)
I'm just going to skip the fact that you hear your cats talk and go to the most important question: how do you keep your place so clean?
Hee! Not a Dingo takes first dibs on any box that comes into the apt.
I suppose since my apt. isn't as clean as yours apparently is (unless, like me, you just straightened the area that appears in the pic), a new box is the only empty space on which she can recline her divaness.
Hannah - Funny in a crazy, semi-retarded kinda way? :D
Geekhiker - It's tidy, but not super clean. I can be a bit anal about picking stuff up. But don't ever look at my black furniture - there's about an inch of dust on it.
Dingo - Have you posted pictures of Not a Dingo on your blog? I've seen Dingo before but would love to see Not a - especially in a box in her divaness. :)
You're not a tard. I make up animal conversations all the time. :)
How much wine did you have before you posted this blog?
Can my cat join your cat's band?
Big sister - No wine. This was just one of those times that I was overcome by cat ladyness. I think I broke out into my favorite song while looking at them: "Two kitties for the price of one! Two kitties are twice the fun!"
Anita - Your cat can TOTALLY join the band. Zoë's been looking for a new basist.
Uh oh, I think it might be time for a cat intervention. We'll just have to figure out how to get you out of that rocking chair in front of the window.
even tho my preference is hound dogs, not cats, i have to admit this post is pretty cute...
My cats are preparing for the Olympics by making mad 50-yard dashes around the place. At 3am. I am sad that both your cats and mine are showing more professional initiative than me.
(P.S. My husband has a motorcycle and me riding on it is a little less Cool Rider and a little more Stay Perfectly Still Because He Gets Mad When I Turn Around To Waive At Other Cyclists)
I really really really (really) don't like cats. But if someone put a gun to my head and said, "you must own cats," I'd definitely want talking ones like yours.
I don't know why I ever spent money on cats toys when all they want is an empty cardboard box and a ball of foil.
ha, look at them! too cute.
what did you get from amazon?!
How did you get your cats to talk? Mine can just do variations on "meh" and similar sounds.
more talking cat posts, please!
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