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c. 2:47 am, Saturday 5 November 2011

Complaint Department: yowl?

c. 2:49 am, Saturday 5 November 2011

Complaint Department: yowl?

c. 2:52 am, Saturday 5 November 2011

Complaint Department: yowl!

c. 2:53 am, Saturday 5 November 2011


Monkey: Grruh? Guh? Hnnnnh? ZOMG, Cat, what is that racket? Is the night on fire?
Complaint Department: Monkey! MONKEYMONKEYMONKEY! Did you know the acoustics in this bathroom are fantastic?!
Monkey: I wish I were dead. Scratch that, I wish I were deaf. Scratch that, I wish you were deaf.
Complaint Department: Surely you can't have forgotten that deaf white cat we used to live with. And how loud he was?
Monkey: ....
Complaint Department: Well?
Monkey: Your point.
Complaint Department: *smug* Anyway. As I was saying--*clears throat*--I think this bathtub is the perfect place for an aria!
Monkey: *suffocates self with pillows*


This morning I had to deal with a zombie in my dream, woke up realising the story The Monkey's Paw is the reason I dislike zombie stories so much and now you bring it up specifically.

Is it zombie day and no one told me?
Then the new international anthem is "Roland, the Headless Thompson Gunner"?
We could hold a poll over this...?
It's a Zombie Century, and I blame Romero and Kirkman for that.
Complaint Department had better not complain about these stories, as they're getting all the best lines!

Edited at 2011-11-05 02:44 pm (UTC)
It took me over a decade to realize that the loudest yowls from my loudest cat are her "THE HUNTRESS RETURNS IN TRIUMPH!" song when she's found a sock.

Smeagol does that. He'll hop in the tub and yowl for no apparent reason. It's a very deep clawfoot tub, so the acoustics are quite... impressive.
Aint' feline life grand?
I've got one of those white complaint departments (half Siamese, wouldn't cha know) His complaining meow sounds like a whining two year old. It means "Guess what I want you to drop everything and do for me right this minute." He also sings "The Mighty Hunter" song when he has killed a toy. Then he brings the toy to me. What can I say? I am the Genius Loci, the Font of Every Kibble, She Who Must Be Butted. See:
I have a deaf 19-year-old cat. Yeah. She just has no idea how loud she needs to be, so she is as loud as she can be.
I'm glad the Supervisory Feline is adjusting well to her new digs.
Sir Noisebox and Lady SqueaksALot discovered this very same fact about our bathroom a few months ago. You have my heartfelt sympathy.