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Adventures with the furry kind
*Icka! is getting ready for a shower*
*Ysabet yells from the other room, where she's trying to wind a ball of yarn*
*Icka! wraps towel around self and walks into the living room*
Icka!: Spot?
Ysabet: Spot. Damn cat was after the yarn.
*Spot wanders into the living room again, streaches, casually places one paw on the yarn, then the other.*
Ysabet: SPOT!
*Spot rolls over and attempts to look innocent.*
*Icka! glances between the cat and the bathroom a few times.*
Icka!: I'm gonna streak, if that's okay with you.
Ysabet: That's fine.
*Icka! tosses the towel over the cat, picks up the cat and the towel, scurries into the bathroom*
Icka!: I'm gonna keep her into the bathroom with me.
Ysabet: Thanks.
*Icka! shuts the door, drops the towel and the cat and dives into the shower to hide in the spray as the cat climbs out of the towel because the cat won't risk the water to attack Icka!.*
... I've been getting evil glares from the cat all night. I think she took her revenge on my skirts...
Right. New work scheduale, 3-8. Which knocks me down to 25 hours a week, but I won't be going mental anymore, which is good. Funny bit? I got a phone call from a Mr. Easter yesterday. ^_____^
... and Ysabet's attempt to clean up the fishfood that one of the ferrets knocked over due to his bizzare fixation on the fish. The ferrets think this is marvelous fun and are trying to help. Really.
I have fishfood in my shoe....
[Edit: We have now discovered that one of the ferrets will either gleefully snorkle or bob for guppies if given half a chance.
And then run around and frantically attempt to dry his head off on any avaliable surface... *howls with laughter*]
*Ysabet yells from the other room, where she's trying to wind a ball of yarn*
*Icka! wraps towel around self and walks into the living room*
Icka!: Spot?
Ysabet: Spot. Damn cat was after the yarn.
*Spot wanders into the living room again, streaches, casually places one paw on the yarn, then the other.*
Ysabet: SPOT!
*Spot rolls over and attempts to look innocent.*
*Icka! glances between the cat and the bathroom a few times.*
Icka!: I'm gonna streak, if that's okay with you.
Ysabet: That's fine.
*Icka! tosses the towel over the cat, picks up the cat and the towel, scurries into the bathroom*
Icka!: I'm gonna keep her into the bathroom with me.
Ysabet: Thanks.
*Icka! shuts the door, drops the towel and the cat and dives into the shower to hide in the spray as the cat climbs out of the towel because the cat won't risk the water to attack Icka!.*
... I've been getting evil glares from the cat all night. I think she took her revenge on my skirts...
Right. New work scheduale, 3-8. Which knocks me down to 25 hours a week, but I won't be going mental anymore, which is good. Funny bit? I got a phone call from a Mr. Easter yesterday. ^_____^
... and Ysabet's attempt to clean up the fishfood that one of the ferrets knocked over due to his bizzare fixation on the fish. The ferrets think this is marvelous fun and are trying to help. Really.
I have fishfood in my shoe....
[Edit: We have now discovered that one of the ferrets will either gleefully snorkle or bob for guppies if given half a chance.
And then run around and frantically attempt to dry his head off on any avaliable surface... *howls with laughter*]