Life With Furry Little Heathens
Oct. 31st, 2010 10:02 amThe scene is our apartment, too early on a Sunday morning.
Furry Little Heathens: (in unison): We need foooooood. We are starving, starving, shriveling and dyiig. We need water. We are parched. We need out litter box cleaned. It's is full of cat poop."
The Fat Hobbit: "We need and watered you yesterday, you Furry Little Heathens, and it's your fault there's poop in the littler box. Besides, someone is wrong on the Internet."
FLHs: (in unison, weaving between the Hobbit's legs): We need foooooood. We are starving, starving, shriveling and dyiig. We need water. We are parched. We need out litter box cleaned. It's is full of cat poop."
TFH: "Which one of you future mittens pooped in the doorway to the computer room."
FLHs: *crickets*
TFH: "Fine, I am never feeding either of you again, and just deal with the fricking litter box."
The Cat's Mommy: "Hun, one of the cats looks like it's going to poop in the bathroom. You want to deal with that or shall I?"
TFH trundles to the bathroom to see FLH-Fat pee on the yellow bathmat.
TFH: [swears like a sailor.]
TCM: "Well, it's not the first time someone has peed on the bathroom floor."
TFH: Comtemplates throwing FLH-Fat at TCM.
TFH notices the FLH-Fat used it's claws to scrunch up the bath mat to cover the pee spot."
TCN: "Of course she did."
TFH changes the damned little and feeds the FLHs.
FLH-Fat climbs in and christens the litter box.
Furry Little Heathens: (in unison): We need foooooood. We are starving, starving, shriveling and dyiig. We need water. We are parched. We need out litter box cleaned. It's is full of cat poop."
The Fat Hobbit: "We need and watered you yesterday, you Furry Little Heathens, and it's your fault there's poop in the littler box. Besides, someone is wrong on the Internet."
FLHs: (in unison, weaving between the Hobbit's legs): We need foooooood. We are starving, starving, shriveling and dyiig. We need water. We are parched. We need out litter box cleaned. It's is full of cat poop."
TFH: "Which one of you future mittens pooped in the doorway to the computer room."
FLHs: *crickets*
TFH: "Fine, I am never feeding either of you again, and just deal with the fricking litter box."
The Cat's Mommy: "Hun, one of the cats looks like it's going to poop in the bathroom. You want to deal with that or shall I?"
TFH trundles to the bathroom to see FLH-Fat pee on the yellow bathmat.
TFH: [swears like a sailor.]
TCM: "Well, it's not the first time someone has peed on the bathroom floor."
TFH: Comtemplates throwing FLH-Fat at TCM.
TFH notices the FLH-Fat used it's claws to scrunch up the bath mat to cover the pee spot."
TCN: "Of course she did."
TFH changes the damned little and feeds the FLHs.
FLH-Fat climbs in and christens the litter box.