The Bulemic Cats
Jul. 26th, 2006 10:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pen_gruntNew things that the cats have decided it's FUN to eat:
1. The little plastic tops that we cut off Flav-R-Ices.
2. My rubber hair ties
3. Rubber bands
4. Pea pod ends (Seriously kitty? You'll eat peas and I can't even get my fiance to be in the same ROOM as me if I'm eating them?)
5. Little brown ants (Which were probably attracted by the ends of said Flav-R-Ices.)
Not just nibble. Not just chew, but actually eat. Their latest thing is gobbling up the little brown ants (the tiny, non-bitey ones) by the mouthful. Seriously. Yech. They GORGE on the ants.
In fact, I can imagine this conversation in their little kitty brains (I imagine them speaking with a French accent...don't most cats know French? Come on, no one else thinks that?):
Kitty #1: Oooh, zees ants are delish.
Kitty #2: Yees, but I fear I eat too much. Soon I will be ze fat cat, no?
Kitty #1: Tis true, you are ze fat pig.
Kitty #2: I am ze cow, just look at zees legs! I must rid ze body of zees delicious ants.
Kitty #1: Purge, purge my friend.
Kitty #2: Ahh, I ahm so ashamed of myself. *hork*
And then they leave little messes right where I'm about to step...with clean socks. Binging and purging--NOT cool. Lemme tell ya, they don't have time to chew all those ants properly. Live ant vomit. Yum.
Okay. That was strange...and kinda gross (hence the cut)--but I'm in total scripting mode since I'm working tonight. Sometimes you just need to let the weirdness seep through.
Oh! Las Vegas: August 18-24. LONG show. *gag*
Zis means I must get ze summer dress clothes for work.
1. The little plastic tops that we cut off Flav-R-Ices.
2. My rubber hair ties
3. Rubber bands
4. Pea pod ends (Seriously kitty? You'll eat peas and I can't even get my fiance to be in the same ROOM as me if I'm eating them?)
5. Little brown ants (Which were probably attracted by the ends of said Flav-R-Ices.)
Not just nibble. Not just chew, but actually eat. Their latest thing is gobbling up the little brown ants (the tiny, non-bitey ones) by the mouthful. Seriously. Yech. They GORGE on the ants.
In fact, I can imagine this conversation in their little kitty brains (I imagine them speaking with a French accent...don't most cats know French? Come on, no one else thinks that?):
Kitty #1: Oooh, zees ants are delish.
Kitty #2: Yees, but I fear I eat too much. Soon I will be ze fat cat, no?
Kitty #1: Tis true, you are ze fat pig.
Kitty #2: I am ze cow, just look at zees legs! I must rid ze body of zees delicious ants.
Kitty #1: Purge, purge my friend.
Kitty #2: Ahh, I ahm so ashamed of myself. *hork*
And then they leave little messes right where I'm about to step...with clean socks. Binging and purging--NOT cool. Lemme tell ya, they don't have time to chew all those ants properly. Live ant vomit. Yum.
Okay. That was strange...and kinda gross (hence the cut)--but I'm in total scripting mode since I'm working tonight. Sometimes you just need to let the weirdness seep through.
Oh! Las Vegas: August 18-24. LONG show. *gag*
Zis means I must get ze summer dress clothes for work.
