I Get Drunk And Talk To My Cat
Matt: Sup.
Sparkles: ...
Matt: Why you gotta be all ignoring me? I'm just making small talk, baby.
Sparkles: Meow.
Matt: Me too.
Sparkles: ...
Matt: Why are you staring at your left foot?
Sparkles: ...
Matt: Because I'm looking at your left foot and I don't see nothin' to stare at. Are you in love with it? Is your left foot about to do something interesting? Should I stare at it too?
Sparkles: Meow.
Matt: Whoa, calm down. That's crazy talk. Just take a deep breath and...
Sparkles: Meow.
Matt: That's more like it.
And so on.
Sparkles: ...
Matt: Why you gotta be all ignoring me? I'm just making small talk, baby.
Sparkles: Meow.
Matt: Me too.
Sparkles: ...
Matt: Why are you staring at your left foot?
Sparkles: ...
Matt: Because I'm looking at your left foot and I don't see nothin' to stare at. Are you in love with it? Is your left foot about to do something interesting? Should I stare at it too?
Sparkles: Meow.
Matt: Whoa, calm down. That's crazy talk. Just take a deep breath and...
Sparkles: Meow.
Matt: That's more like it.
And so on.
posted by Samwick @ 2:28 AM
2 Comments:
At 4:06 PM,
Girl With An Alibi said…
That sounds exactly like the types of conversations I have with my cats.
At 1:02 AM,
Snave said…
I call my cats all kinds derogatory names as I massage them, and they don't even speak... they just purr and get all glassy-eyed. Sometimes though, when they pounce on nothing at all or when they do something extremely silly like sprinting across the room for no apparent reason, they become humiliated when I laugh at them. I can tell because they swivel their ears at a funny angle and then adopt expressions of mortification... "Ye gods, what have I done?"
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