A Story in Pictures
This is the story of Izzy's first week in my home (as told by Izzy, for the most part):
"Yeah, whatever. Thank you for adopting me. You suck. I will sit on this coffee table and pout that I live in an over-priced one-bedroom in Harlem with you and your stupid dog, Louis":
"Why is he always staring at me, by the way? How rude. It's called training, you should try it. You're boring me now, so I will be napping in the window until dinner":
"Hey, what are you doing? I said I was taking a nap. Put me down right now. Uncouth."
(Wriggling)
"That's better. Look deep into my devil-red eyes (I don't know how to remove red-eye) and do my bidding: Fancy Feast
"Fine, I'll get it myself."
"But first, I'll rest here on the arm of your futon -- by the way, who has a futon anymore? How old are you anyway?"
(I serve dinner)
"Okay, that was decent. No Fancy Feast, to be sure, but Kitty Kibble in a plastic "goblet" will have to do, I guess. Now, I'll lay here on the couch -- I mean, futon -- and contemplate my paws for a while before I go back to sleep."
"What is he looking at?"
"Roar! I'll cut a bitch. Back up, dog."
"He's still looking at me."
LOU: "I hate you both."
The end.
"Yeah, whatever. Thank you for adopting me. You suck. I will sit on this coffee table and pout that I live in an over-priced one-bedroom in Harlem with you and your stupid dog, Louis":
"Why is he always staring at me, by the way? How rude. It's called training, you should try it. You're boring me now, so I will be napping in the window until dinner":
"Hey, what are you doing? I said I was taking a nap. Put me down right now. Uncouth."
(Wriggling)
"That's better. Look deep into my devil-red eyes (I don't know how to remove red-eye) and do my bidding: Fancy Feast
"Fine, I'll get it myself."
"But first, I'll rest here on the arm of your futon -- by the way, who has a futon anymore? How old are you anyway?"
(I serve dinner)
"Okay, that was decent. No Fancy Feast, to be sure, but Kitty Kibble in a plastic "goblet" will have to do, I guess. Now, I'll lay here on the couch -- I mean, futon -- and contemplate my paws for a while before I go back to sleep."
"What is he looking at?"
"Roar! I'll cut a bitch. Back up, dog."
"He's still looking at me."
LOU: "I hate you both."
The end.
posted by Sisters with Letters at
9:51 PM
4 Comments:
That tale has officially replaced the Life of Christ as "The Greatest Story Ever Told."
I'll cut a bitch.
Oh My Gawd!!!! I STILL can't stop laughing.....and I've read it three times! LOVE your blog and your pets!
Izzy is adorable. Congrats!
And after that wonderful post, I must visit your blog often and see what Izzy & you are up to.
p.s. came here thru winston
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