Ha! I was writing you at the same time you were writing me.
There's no such thing as an indoor-cat. There's cats who live outdoors...and cats who merely *stay* indoors until they get out that first time and realize there's BIRDS and SQUIRRELS and SNAKES and OTHER CATS and-and-oh, PEEING where I want to, YESSSS!!!
Hey, DAWGS to torment, too-that's cool. *cat!smirk*
I can just see poor Trist getting scared by a noise, somebody banging on the door or something-pest control?-and streaking out the door, to the startlement of the poor deliver guy. *snickers* Maybe he's upset with Jensen for not picking him up any more, or letting him wash Jensen's neck like he wants to or something. Out the door he goes (literally streaking, heh...yes, I amuse myself, why do you ask?)...however will the poor little lost cat!man find his way back home to his flabbergasted, alarmed owner? Imagine the expression of the person who checks the collar on a hunch and calls Jensen to come get his...his. Well, *his*.
*cracks self up*
I make my own funny, see? And then I take meds for it. And then I get my ass back to working like it should. *sighs*
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Date: 2007-09-25 07:19 pm (UTC)There's no such thing as an indoor-cat. There's cats who live outdoors...and cats who merely *stay* indoors until they get out that first time and realize there's BIRDS and SQUIRRELS and SNAKES and OTHER CATS and-and-oh, PEEING where I want to, YESSSS!!!
Hey, DAWGS to torment, too-that's cool. *cat!smirk*
I can just see poor Trist getting scared by a noise, somebody banging on the door or something-pest control?-and streaking out the door, to the startlement of the poor deliver guy. *snickers* Maybe he's upset with Jensen for not picking him up any more, or letting him wash Jensen's neck like he wants to or something. Out the door he goes (literally streaking, heh...yes, I amuse myself, why do you ask?)...however will the poor little lost cat!man find his way back home to his flabbergasted, alarmed owner? Imagine the expression of the person who checks the collar on a hunch and calls Jensen to come get his...his. Well, *his*.
*cracks self up*
I make my own funny, see? And then I take meds for it. And then I get my ass back to working like it should. *sighs*
Pesti