c2 -- Catnip
Sha-Do: What’s she doing?
Fog-Gi: I don’t know, she’s lying there on the bed, mumbling.
Sha-Do: What’s she saying?
Fog-Gi: Let me see…all…ranted…out…All ranted out!
Sha-Do: She’s been doing that for a while.
Fog-Gi: I know. What should we do? Should we wake her up?
Sha-Do: What does it mean? All ranted out?
Fog-Gi: No idea.
Sha-Do: Why’s your tail flapping?
Fog-Gi: My tail? That’s your tail.
Sha-Do: My tail? No, my tail’s up here. That’s your tail…
Fog-Gi: Liar.
Sha-Do: You’re the liar.
Fog-Gi: Go away.
Sha-Do: You go away.
Fog-Gi: I came first.
Sha-Do: First in, first out.
Fog-Gi: What does that mean?
Sha-Do: I don’t know. I heard one of them talking on the phone say it.
Fog-Gi: You can’t say it if you don’t know what it means.
Sha-Do: Can too. Get off of my butt.
Fog-Gi: Can NOT. Stop strangling me.
Sha-Do: Can too. Stop biting my tail.
Fog-Gi: Can NOT. Take your claws out of my eyes.
Sha-Do: Mrrroow
Fog-Gi: Meeeeoooooow.
Rilla: OUCH!
rilla: Don’t yell at them, they’re just playing.
Rilla: Just playing? They’ve gouged a chunk of flesh out of my leg.
rilla: They didn’t see you.
Rilla: Huh! They did it on purpose. Out, out you go. There, I’ve locked them out of the bedroom.
rilla: You know that’s useless.
Rilla: Whatever.
Sha-Do: Good. She’s gone back to sleep.
Fog-Gi: OK. Do your trick.
Sha-Do: Got it! Now back to the bed.
Fog-Gi: Shall we wish her Happy Mother’s Day?
Sha-Do: It’s only 3 in the morning…yawwwwwwwn.
Fog-Gi: Technically, that makes it Mother’s…yaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwn.
Sha-Do: Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Fog-Gi: Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
Hope you had a peaceful Mother’s Day! 



You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically beautiful or conventionally woman-like, but you possess a more fundamental common sense and off-kilter charm, making interesting men fall at your feet. You can pick them up or leave them there as you see fit. You share the screen with the likes of Spencer Tracy and Cary Grant, thinking men who like strong women. 
2 comments:
A kitty mom! That's the best kind! They do become like your family, don't they...even better, you don't have to pay for college and they poop in a box.
Nope, no college and the poop in a box is good. Now if they could only learn to answer the phone, weed the yard and wash the car, life would be really good ;)
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