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Not a nice noise to wake up to at 2am. It can only mean 1 thing. The damn cat is licking the damn door again. Once she gets going there's no stopping her. The only thing worse is when she finds a plastic bag to lick. ARGH! In my best, most authoratative voice, I scream (quietly - can't wake "She who cries a lot") "Knock it off cat or I will flambe you!".
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Flambe?? Where the hell did that come from? Not punt you, not drop kick you, not toss you down the stairs (ok, before PETA comes a calling, I do not do those things to my cats - although I do picture it in my head!).
This had zero effect on her. First off, she has not clue what flambe means. She probably figured I was going to give her treats. And secondly, I called her cat, not Trinity. That, in her demented mind, left the possibility that I was talking to the other 2 cats, who might be licking doors....somewhere on the couch....downstairs.....sleeping.
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"CAT!!!"
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maaaaamaaaaaa!!maaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaa!
maaaaaaaaammmmmmaaaaaaaaaa
shit.
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2 comments:
My wife's a pretty funny gal. Honey this is good stuff, keep up the good work!
Sarah, consider yourself lucky...
My cat sleeps on my pillow and licks my hair at night.
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