The cat, twining his furry body all bendy-like between my feet as I stumble down the hall, tripping me up, is mewling loud enough to wake the dead.
Mooooomr! Unnngryyyow!
[Roughly translated, this means, “MOM! I’m hungry now!”]
(Of course he’s hungry. When is he ever not?)
Hearing my muttering and the stomp-trip elephant stampede effect of my bare feet avoiding step-on-the-cat-ness in my stumble-walk toward the kitchen, my husband pokes his head into the hallway and says, “What’s going on?”
I look at him. Can he really not tell what’s going on? The cat is trying to trip me and make me fall on my face because in his idiot feline brain he thinks it’ll get him fed faster.
“Mr Rawr-y is screaming for food. What do you think is going on?”
“Of course,” he says, ducking back into the room he’s occupying. “It’s the Ferrari.”
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Didja get it?
It took me a minute too.
Ferrari…
Fur-Rawr-y. 😛
Ferrari.
Well, I’ve heard it said those those cars are a pain in the ass.
But I’ve also heard that their engines purr. 😉
So yeah, it fits. 😛
You made me smile.
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Awww. 😊 I’m glad to hear it.
Smiles are always welcome in this corner of the blogosphere. 🙂
🤣 Cute.
Well, the fur-rawr-y can be cute, I guess. But he’s also a pain in the patoot.
OMG this made me snort with laughter. Brilliant!
Rebel xox
Playing with words is one of our ‘things’. I thought he was pretty clever. 😉 🙂
It took me a while , but I think I get it.
No,
I don’t.
Yes, I do.
Uhh….
😀
PS: I thought I saw a putty tat.
You DID! You DID see a putty tat!
(I used to feel sorry for Sylvester, the way Tweety was always picking on him. But then I got a cat, and let’s just say… Sufferin’ succotash! That furry fop of a puss probably deserved everything he got!) 😛