Constitutionally evil

[desperance]

Hmmph. He may not be feeling that bad. I was just cosseting the little invalid under his favourite sun-lamp, which is the halogen light on my desk, when he discovered my new thumb-drive jutting from the USB port on the side of the screen. It is a shiny, and it jingles.

"No, Baz," I said, "that is not a cat toy."

I said this many times, but he refuted it. So here I was with one hand on the back of his neck to dissuade him while the other was saving the work and dismounting the drive so's I could safely remove it - when he did that for me, with a lizard-swift twist of that same stubborn neck. Then he hurled it over the back of the desk with a toss of his head.

He is teh evil, I tell you. I would send him to bed with no supper, but he already knows he's not getting supper, and his bed is my bed in any case. What has he got to lose?

Comments

[badbookworm.livejournal.com]

Dude, you bought smoked sossidge earlier. You must *know* this is some sort of trick.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Is true. And duck sossidge also. And I have nibbled slices of both, and Mac got all the skins. Is an outrage.

[badbookworm.livejournal.com]

Well, duh, whats wrong with you? This whole thing smacks of: "Delicate cat having to subside onto the fainting couch before the Duke comes in. The younger sisters, who have always liked the cat, dance attendance. But when the Duke comes in (with sossidge, hem-hem), the heroine swoons once again"

n00b.