![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
Here we go again ...
Did I say just now the flat is clean?
The cats ... emptied
the LITTER BOX!
Sweet babies they are and now they are all playing with the cat litter ...
They made it on purpose to keep me busy and fit, LOL.
So come on Julchen, take the broom, bucket, mop - don't make such a fuss!
*mops the cats*
The cats ... emptied
the LITTER BOX!
Sweet babies they are and now they are all playing with the cat litter ...
They made it on purpose to keep me busy and fit, LOL.
So come on Julchen, take the broom, bucket, mop - don't make such a fuss!
*mops the cats*
no subject
Lol!
Live is, what happens, while your cats are making other plans.;)
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
no subject
"No! No no--NO!"
Zeke glanced over the magazine he was reading to the kitchen doorway. Casey, grumbling and frustrated, was digging underneath the sink. Knowing why, Zeke held back a shit-eating grin and continued reading the article on the classic-car show coming up in two weeks. Being the last week of summer with the GTO in prime condition, he considered calling the number at the top to see if any spots were--
"Zeke?"
He knew what was coming. "Ya?"
Casey made a long sigh and moved to the doorway. There it was; the puppy-dog eyes he put on so well, as if he had a doctorate in 'Please, Baby? 101'. "They did it again."
"The kittens?"
"Yea. Third time today, and it ain't even noon yet... and I KNOW you told me it'd be my job if I wanted to bring some fluffy-love into the apartment--"
"Correction," Zeke interrupted. "I did not describe those two furballs as 'fluffy-love'. I'd used 'fleabags', if I recall correctly."
Casey made a long sigh, his brow creasing with despair. "What was I supposed to do? NOT adopt 'em, let the shelter give them twenty-four before injecting 'em with death-juice?"
The boy was too soft. But it hadn't been his fault; his newspaper's story on the pet overpopulation, a three-page feature to get Providence adopting poor, helpless animals had done him in to photograph and NOT walk out with 'new friends'. Perhaps Zeke should've been a little more pissed-off when he came home to find Casey two inches from the door, going into rapid-fire explanations on why there were two kittens bouncing around on the couch without any discussion between them, but... "So. How much of the kitchen is covered in cat-poo THIS time?" Zeke asked.
"They made the shape of Asia from the back door to just past the stove. It's about as BIG as Asia, too," Casey explained. "There's litter everywhere, small countries of clay. Indonesia's interesting."
"Okay. Have fun."
"Zeeeeke--"
"They're your cats, Case. Those were the rules; you brought 'em, you clean 'em. AND their messes," Zeke said. "They wanna treat their litter box like Disneyland, and you're the guy who cleans the puke off of the teacups. The end."
Casey groaned and gave up, heading back into the kitchen. Zeke watched him grab the broom and mop from the pantry and get to work. Before he could chuckle and return to his magazine, however, he felt the tickle of something sharp climbing up his leg. Looking down, he saw Peanut, the big ball of cream-and-gray with blue eyes crawling up onto his thighs. "Heeeey, Peanut. Made a big mess for Daddy, huh?" Zeke said as he plucked her up and brought her to his chest. The creature purred and sniffed at Zeke's chin, then began licking it. "Yea, I'm your favorite, ain't I? Yes, I am. Oh, that tickles... hey, your brother..." Zeke said as Butter suddenly appeared, his claws just as sharp as his sister's but making Zeke grin all the same as he put the two kittens together in one sphere of fur. "Fluffy fucks, you're too cute--"
"You are an ASSHOLE," Casey called from the kitchen, the sound of a dustpan getting filled with bits of clay drowning out his grumbling.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
no subject
(no subject)
no subject