November 08, 2004
Nosing where you don't belong.
I have managed to avoid the other feline and her slurry of hisses and spews. Just wait til I grow up, ye tricolored skank, then we'll see who rules what where. (makes a note to get revenge on mangey old cat)
That penned in, I must make note of my latest encounter with another creature in the house. This being a dog that the human's have named, Devo or Wee'Dieter Van Dackel, as he proudly displays on his Dachsund AKC papers. He has this german accent, sounds a lot like Dieter from Saturday Night Live (whatever that is... LOOK I'm just repeating what the human slave said). Keeps making comments about "Touching his Monkey" and going to war to take back the outlying lands from the Czechs and Poles. A thoroughly confused little fellow, if you ask me.
I cannot tell you how disconcerted and alarmed I was when I first met the red beast. I didn't even see him... I feel a snort up my backside and a lick... I swear I jumped straight up in the air in shock and indignation. WHO THE H*LL GREETS A NEW MEMBER OF THE HOUSEHOLD BY STICKING THEIR NOSE UP THEIR BUTT!
Civilized fauna meet face to face, not snoop in the hinter areas! The nerve of him!
Don't worry, I put him in his place quickly. He's wrapped about my claw now, a willing slave. Perhaps I can convince the hound to lay into Salem for a bit. That would be most amusing.
Posted by Sierra at November 8, 2004 08:57 PMPosted to First of Nine