Cat V. Monkey on a hot tin roof
mood: 
cold
coldMonkey: Yes, thank you, I've noticed.
Cat: I want to snuggle. Move over.
Monkey: Cat, it's hot.
Cat: Monkey, want snuggle.
Monkey: Could you be anywhere else in this apartment right now?
Robot: DOO DOO DOO DOOT DOO DOO!
Cat: ARGH! ROBOT MONSTER!
Monkey: Here. I'll lock it in the bedroom. Cat, look. If you leave the bedroom, I will lock the robot--
Cat: OMGWTFBBQ!
Monkey: Oh... eleventy-one. Cat, come here. Okay, look, I'll carry you.
Robot: vuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuushhhhhhh
Cat: ARGH! IT'S GETTING AWAY!
Monkey: Stop struggling. No claws. Cat, no!--
Cat: *attempting to leap free of monkey, wipes out badly on hardwood floor*
Monkey: OMG ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
Cat: Ow. *limps off in a dignified fashion, then leaps to the back of the sofa in a single bound*
Monkey: ...I guess you're all right.
Cat: No thanks to you. Biped.
Monkey: You know, your life would be much less hazardous if you would just trust your monkey.
Cat: Yes, and look where that gets me.
Robot: vuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuushhhhhhh
Cat: AIEEEEEEEEEE ROBOT MONSTER!
Cat: Monkey, it's hot.
Monkey: Yes, thank you, I've noticed. That's why I'm napping.
Cat: I want to snuggle. Move over.
Monkey: Cat, it's hot.
Cat: Monkey, want snuggle.
Monkey: There's supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight. Can we snuggle after dark?
Cat: Snuggle now.
Monkey: Here, how about if I scritch you?
Cat: ....a little to the left, thank you kindly.
Cat: Monkey, it's hot.
Monkey: *drips sweat*
Cat: I want to snuggle. Move over.
Monkey: Cat, it's hot.
Cat: Monkey, want snuggle.
Monkey: Fine, I will turn on the AC so I can stand to have you snuggle me.
Cat: Wiktory!
Monkey: Yeah, I know. If I weren't so cheap I would have given in hours ago, and actually done more work instead of wandering around sweaty and disconsolate and distracted since the sun got high.
Cat: Nobody ever said you were a smart monkey.
My cat was investigating my efforts and home improvement today. He was very curious as to why I was scoring and breaking plexiglas until he realized it was up there in front of the screen doors to keep HIM from scratching the hell out of them. Even with his softpaws he gets a few good hitches in there. Fiend.
He hates me now. I'm finding little hatchmarks in the wall where he counts the day of his captivity.
Cat: Nobody ever said you were a smart monkey.
((snort)) I have that exact same mental block re: using the AC. Heh.
It's silly.
Also, "eleventy-one" is my new curseword of choice.
I like eleventy-one as a curse word, as well. has a certain cadence to it. but, erm, what robot is Cat referring to? vaccuum?
I was at work until 3 this morning (all praise air-conditioned bookstores!), but from 3 to 5:30 or so was dreadfully hot. I got halfway home from work before realizing, 'hey, my AC got fixed'. was a happier Kate thereafter.
My Logan is always first to the custard after dinner at the parents' - he cunningly waits by the table trying to look casual - but we have to go into the other room and *carry* Felix in so he can share it. He can't be bothered to shift his lazy arse out of his favourite chair, and *knows* we'll go fetch him. What a life - carried from one room to the other so he doesn't miss out on custard...
Is we an Erfworld fan?! ;-)
Results may vary/laptops may not be happy.
Speled it rite.