Friday, February 22, 2013
Gee, Oreo, you have a way with words.
Um, yes, I do. Stop interrupting. Anyway, I was trying to tell these folks how awful it is here. My ocean, my ocean of life is gone, closed, FINISHED. I shall die soon.
What ARE you talking about, Silly One?
The oval thing in the little room, the thing that causes the female to scream "YEE-IKES! Cold Potty!" when she sits upon it, it was my liquid sustenance and I can longer mount it to drink.
Um, first of all, I don't think Reffie will like you sharing her toilet habits and you have a water bowl, Goofball. The humans closed the lid because they want you to drink from your water bowl.
You must mean that tiny thing that barely holds anything. It's filled with my slobber. Those oval things have oceans of yummy, satisfying liquid that is refreshed when the humans play with a knob-thingy.
Well, yeah, but they...... um. Oh never mind. This is impossible. It's like explaining something to a cat.
Posted by ReformingGeek at 2/22/2013 04:29:00 PM