Liveblogging the cats. Apparently.
Jan. 8th, 2009 06:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceHah! He was never going to sit still for that.
Besides, he was sitting on my typescript.
I displaced him, and got back to work. And heard the strangest sound from the kitchen, such as a man might make fishing about with a chopstick inside a snare-drum. Mac went to investigate; so did I. And found Barry atop the stove, in the very act of stealing capon from the curry: with a chunk on his claw, no less.
We have had a conversation.
Besides, he was sitting on my typescript.
I displaced him, and got back to work. And heard the strangest sound from the kitchen, such as a man might make fishing about with a chopstick inside a snare-drum. Mac went to investigate; so did I. And found Barry atop the stove, in the very act of stealing capon from the curry: with a chunk on his claw, no less.
We have had a conversation.