Dom thee Danger Catte has a barnacle on his hip and went in to the shippe's catte chirurgeon for prelim exam and blood workup this afternoon. Tomorrow morning he goes in for barnacle removal and biopsy. He fought free of the carrier on the way home tonight to escape to the back seat where he loudly yowled his outrage.
OI DUZZINT LOIKE BEIN ROWED IN THEE DINGHY T'THEE CHIRURGEON!
OI BE 'APPY WIF ME HIPPE BARRRGHNICKEL!!
ARRRGH YE LISSENIN T'ME!!!
He tried farting in my general direction to emphasize his outrage, which just made me laugh (and roll down a window).
Currently he is sitting close to my chair, but with his back pointedly turned.
DIE SPAMMERS DIE
'Tis now the very witching time of night,
When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out
Contagion to this world.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls. ~George Carlin