Homecoming Toast
Well, the Other (or the Toast, as certain humans who refuse to embrace my lexicon have deemed him) finally returned after several bajillion weeks away from our happy bungalo, and it couldn't have been better planned. I say this because, after 14 days being T.O.C.E.'s sole living (and conversational) companion, I was about to chew off my remaining three legs just to put myself out of my own misery. Sure, there was plenty of room for me in the bed each night, but the talking! YOI!
I had no idea The Other's presence absorbed so much of T.O.C.E.'s not-so-dulcet tones. The bad news is he's scheduled to go away for nearly two months in the Fall, and who knows how I'll deflect her loggorheic advances for half a season of life. My new tactic is to roll over on my back, paws up, head reclinning, as if to say, "look, lady, I'm a corpse! Your 20-minute diatribe on why Apolo Anton Ohno should win the trophy is falling on literally dead ears." She hasn't picked up on it yet.
During The Other's absence, my only reprieve from her chattiness was when she went out and did something called karaoke, which I think means "Go Get Drunk and Come Back Hoarse and Smoky with an 80's Top 40 Hit in Your Head" in Japanese. Also, if you're C.apeshit, knitting is involved. Speaking of Iowa City's most honored honorary cat, she got T.O.C.E. so drunk on Memorial Day that, when T.O.C.E. finally stumbled home at the ungodly hour of 9pm, she went right to bed and said nary a word to my fluffy ass. That was a very, very good day, and thus WILL, in fact, be memorialed as such.
I had no idea The Other's presence absorbed so much of T.O.C.E.'s not-so-dulcet tones. The bad news is he's scheduled to go away for nearly two months in the Fall, and who knows how I'll deflect her loggorheic advances for half a season of life. My new tactic is to roll over on my back, paws up, head reclinning, as if to say, "look, lady, I'm a corpse! Your 20-minute diatribe on why Apolo Anton Ohno should win the trophy is falling on literally dead ears." She hasn't picked up on it yet.
During The Other's absence, my only reprieve from her chattiness was when she went out and did something called karaoke, which I think means "Go Get Drunk and Come Back Hoarse and Smoky with an 80's Top 40 Hit in Your Head" in Japanese. Also, if you're C.apeshit, knitting is involved. Speaking of Iowa City's most honored honorary cat, she got T.O.C.E. so drunk on Memorial Day that, when T.O.C.E. finally stumbled home at the ungodly hour of 9pm, she went right to bed and said nary a word to my fluffy ass. That was a very, very good day, and thus WILL, in fact, be memorialed as such.
posted by Charlene at 3:46 PM
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