Setting: Family house during holiday season.
Characters: Man, cat.
Man: You fucker.
Cat: …
Man: You fucking little bastard.
Cat: …
Man: You know what this means, don’t you.
Cat: …
Man: It’s your way of saying, I want to be an outdoor cat tonight.
Cat: …
Man: “I want to get my ass kicked by the neighbor cat tonight,” is what you’re saying.
Cat: …
Man: I just cleaned the litter box for you, you know. You have no excuse. What’s your problem?
Cat: …
Man: [unlocks door, throws cat out, closes door before cat can dash back inside.] Take that. I hope he kicks your ass.
Cat: [mutters under breath] Just wait, human. You have to sleep sometime.
Man: [Carries bath mat into laundry room.] Feh.
Aaaalll too familiar a scene. >_<
Yep, here too. I have one who wouldn’t take a crap anywhere other than the litter box. The other one has no morals ;)
A German Shepherd would settle that little fucker’s hash in about 1.73 seconds.
Or a “Mechelse scheper”!
http://www.acacanines.com/breeds/Mechelen%20Belgian%20Shepherd.htm
I like this quote from the description: “This breed usually gets on with children…” That immediately conjures up a mental image of me explaining to a parent, “gosh, sorry, they don’t usually do that…”
I’d like a dog, but we don’t have the space for one. If I had a farm I’d have a dog. (And a pig and a horse and a chicken or two.)
“Old MigDonald had a farm”….
I like the dialog with the cat. Perfect!
Here a Feh, there a Feh.