Yes, THAT pony.
The first writing I've done since the fanfic on April 2. I feel less like a complete waste of breathable oxygen, at least.
In related news, word knows "caparison." And my hairclip just exploded.
The revenge of Cat v. Monkey
Monkey: Cat, get off my face.
Cat: But Monkey, I'm bored!
Monkey: I would bite you, but I don't want a mouthful of fur.
Cat: Still bored!
Monkey: You couldn't be bored if I bit you.
Cat: You never take me anywhere. You don't love me anymore. All you do is work. Work work work. Why don't you bring me another monkey to play with? Like the red monkey, she was fun.
Monkey: Cat, get off my keyboard.
Cat: Eeerow. Fssht. Kk-kkk-kkk.
Monkey: Nice Kif impersonation.
Cat: Thank you.
Monkey: Cat, get off my knee.
Cat: Is there no compromise that's good enough for you?
Monkey: I want more tea.
Cat: I want a summer home in Key West, but you don't see me complaining.
Monkey: I could ship you there. Nobody would notice one more cat at the Hemingway estate. And you'd have lots of new friends, who travel in prides and probably don't like outlanders.
Cat: Monkey, you're not funny.
325.6 miles to Rivendell, or will be after I get back from the gym.