This Is Drivel

Category: Boo

  • yelp 2

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    As I was saying, the biggest thrill of the weekend was the mouse that came up the stairs into the kitchen on Sunday night. I’m not kidding. Don’t judge us. We don’t get out much. The little booger literally came up the stairs. I’m almost one-hundred percent certain of this because when I turned on Read.

  • bonky boy

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    We adopted Bonkers and Boo from a shelter on Misawa Air Base in 2003, not at the same time but within a month or two of each other. Boo was just a kitten when we adopted her and we called her Chessie back then; she started playing hide and seek games with us almost right Read.

  • lingering

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    So on my way to bed last night I stopped by the bathroom to have a bedtime piddle, and on the way out I noticed the puddle under the door to the closet where we hide the litter pan. If I hadn’t noticed it, I would have gone to bed blissfully unaware of yet another Read.

  • yak

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    4:30 am: Huk. Huh-YUCK! Hork. Hack. HACK! HAAACK! HAAACK! HAAACK! YAK! huh-YAK! urp. yuck. Tell me again: Why do we have cats? Read.

  • stuck

    Boo the cat was sitting in the spot where I usually leave my slippers this morning. In the semidark of the five o’clock hour, she even looked a bit like a pair of slippers, so I tried to stick my right foot in her. She did not appreciate that. Read.

  • spontaneously generated boo

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    Recipe for cats: When folding clothes fresh from the dryer, stack them on the table. Within the hour, cats will begin to appear. Read.

  • boobump

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    Bonkers is curled up for a nap on the sofa. Boo is, too, but she’s not as easy to see. Not at first, anyway. Read.

  • proof

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    Not sure what this proves: Our cats figured out somehow that I’m the one who feeds them. They jump on my head to wake me up in the morning. They follow me around the kitchen when they’re hungry. Yet, even though they’re smart enough to figure that out, they haven’t twigged to the fact that Read.

  • cat plan

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    The cats came so close to realizing their nefarious plan. For weeks, they’ve been waking me up a little earlier each day by standing at the foot of our bed mewling, or jumping on my head, and I’ve been obliging them by getting up and feeding them, thinking that with a little food in their Read.

  • error

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    *doint!* AUTOPILOT ON if {system-time = x:00 and bladder = full} wake; do {void-bladder} while cats=[tripping-hazard] get [the-food]; feed [the-cats] return [the-food] return {sleep} else {sleep} ERROR AT LINE 5 Wait, what? No, that can’t happen. I was on autopilot. I must’ve put the cat food back. Yeah. It’s got to be in the fridge, Read.

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