Friday, May 6, 2011

Wake Up Call

You's a really sad commentary on the state of the household when a cat becomes accustomed in true Pavlovian fashion to associate explosive flatulence with his morning feeding time. It works something like this:

Gas Bag Who Shall Remain Nameless: [FFFFAAARRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!!] (at a decibel level that can be heard across the house mind you)

Cat: Meow? [while getting up to go to his food dish and start gnoshing] Om, nom nom nom.

"Is it time to eat?"

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