MK: Momma Kat
MK: HEY! Bring that feather back here!
BC: NO! It's MY feather! I hunted it and killed it and now it's mine!
MK: HUNTED? KILLED? BWAHAHAHAHAHA. It's a FAKE FEATHER.
BC: What's YOUR problem? Like I care if the feather came from a chicken, or a cow, or a fake! I bet fakes taste like chicken.
MK: That's part of a toy I got at the BlogPaws Conference ... I want to document and photograph everything before you destroy it!
BC: Where's the fun in that? Besides, GET YOUR OWN FEATHER. This one doesn't look like it came from a tasty whole chicken, but I don't discriminate. Though if it HAD come with a tasty whole chicken, I wouldn't complain. OOOOOOHHHH! IS THERE A TASTY WHOLE CHICKEN IN YOUR BAG!?!?!?!
MK: No.
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: Wait a ... MOO-A-BUUUUUUUUNG-A!
MK: BEAR! OUT of the duffel bag!
BC: But ... but ... it smells so ... so ... TASTY!
MK: And it's KOW-a-bunga.
BC: Cow ... moo ... it's all the same. NOT a tasty whole chicken, but still good. Can I have a tasty whole cow? You know, since you're so mean and won't let me have a tasty whole chicken. Do cows have feathers? If the feather is from a fake, do you have a tasty whole fake in here?
MK: You're being weird. I knew bringing home catnip was a bad idea. You hate boxes and have never EVER crawled into a suitcase - much less dove. You're like a pig in ...
BC: Ohh, OOOOOOOOH. Preeeeeeeee-ty! Heeeeeeeeeelllll-o, pretty!
MK: Oh, for crying out loud!
BC: How you doin' sexxxxxx-y?
MK: Bear! That's a Sparkle Ball! It's not going to talk back ...
BC: Why, YES! I AM free this evening!
{Pause}
BC: I'd LOOOOOOOOVE to run/roll off with you!
{Pause}
BC: HEEEEEEEEEEE-EY! I'm blushing!
MK: That's it!
BC: Wait! What?!?! That's MY stuff!
MK: When inanimate objects are carrying on conversations with you, you've had enough.
BC: You're just jealous they don't talk to you!
MK: Bear ...
BC: And besides ... I saw you eating some of the human food you brought home. How come you aren't saving THAT to photograph? Why am I the only one that has to wait? And what was in that bottle you got at the conference that you were swigging?
MK: (BLEEP)!
BC: Yep. Stick that feather you so rudely ripped out of my paws ...
MK: BEAR!
BC: Boy, are YOU grumpy.
MK: Where's the vodka?
BC: Where's my catnip?
MK: You DID NOT steal my ...
BC: Hehehehehehe.
{Bear flicks his tail and turns around, strutting down the hallway.}
MK: Holy crap. He actually has a point.
BC: I HEARD THAT! You're a hypo ... a ... hypo ... a HIPPO!
MK: Great. Thanks.
BC: Denial isn't only a river in Egypt.
MK: I'm not changing my mind though!
BC: RATS!
BC: NO! It's MY feather! I hunted it and killed it and now it's mine!
MK: HUNTED? KILLED? BWAHAHAHAHAHA. It's a FAKE FEATHER.
BC: What's YOUR problem? Like I care if the feather came from a chicken, or a cow, or a fake! I bet fakes taste like chicken.
MK: That's part of a toy I got at the BlogPaws Conference ... I want to document and photograph everything before you destroy it!
BC: Where's the fun in that? Besides, GET YOUR OWN FEATHER. This one doesn't look like it came from a tasty whole chicken, but I don't discriminate. Though if it HAD come with a tasty whole chicken, I wouldn't complain. OOOOOOHHHH! IS THERE A TASTY WHOLE CHICKEN IN YOUR BAG!?!?!?!
MK: No.
BC: RATS!
{Pause}
BC: Wait a ... MOO-A-BUUUUUUUUNG-A!
MK: BEAR! OUT of the duffel bag!
BC: But ... but ... it smells so ... so ... TASTY!
MK: And it's KOW-a-bunga.
BC: Cow ... moo ... it's all the same. NOT a tasty whole chicken, but still good. Can I have a tasty whole cow? You know, since you're so mean and won't let me have a tasty whole chicken. Do cows have feathers? If the feather is from a fake, do you have a tasty whole fake in here?
MK: You're being weird. I knew bringing home catnip was a bad idea. You hate boxes and have never EVER crawled into a suitcase - much less dove. You're like a pig in ...
BC: Ohh, OOOOOOOOH. Preeeeeeeee-ty! Heeeeeeeeeelllll-o, pretty!
MK: Oh, for crying out loud!
BC: How you doin' sexxxxxx-y?
MK: Bear! That's a Sparkle Ball! It's not going to talk back ...
BC: Why, YES! I AM free this evening!
{Pause}
BC: I'd LOOOOOOOOVE to run/roll off with you!
{Pause}
BC: HEEEEEEEEEEE-EY! I'm blushing!
MK: That's it!
BC: Wait! What?!?! That's MY stuff!
MK: When inanimate objects are carrying on conversations with you, you've had enough.
BC: You're just jealous they don't talk to you!
MK: Bear ...
BC: And besides ... I saw you eating some of the human food you brought home. How come you aren't saving THAT to photograph? Why am I the only one that has to wait? And what was in that bottle you got at the conference that you were swigging?
MK: (BLEEP)!
BC: Yep. Stick that feather you so rudely ripped out of my paws ...
MK: BEAR!
BC: Boy, are YOU grumpy.
MK: Where's the vodka?
BC: Where's my catnip?
MK: You DID NOT steal my ...
BC: Hehehehehehe.
{Bear flicks his tail and turns around, strutting down the hallway.}
MK: Holy crap. He actually has a point.
BC: I HEARD THAT! You're a hypo ... a ... hypo ... a HIPPO!
MK: Great. Thanks.
BC: Denial isn't only a river in Egypt.
MK: I'm not changing my mind though!
BC: RATS!
This is a horrible picture, but the best one I have of Bear DIVING into the duffel bag. He's NEVER done that before - not even for things he's wanted. He doesn't "do" boxes or anything like them. But before I knew it, he was raiding the bag. And of course, human catnip ... also from the conference ...
Did you miss one of our main posts about Bear's desire for a tasty whole chicken? TMC ISO TWC {Tenacious Male Cat In Search of Tasty Whole Chicken}. Or you can see his Christmas list from last Christmas in Bear Lobbies For His Christmas List:
"Denial isn't only a river in Egypt." MOL MOL MOL MOL :-)
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DeleteOur humans shipped most of our swag, and the UPS man said it would not arrive until July 5. Pffft. We hear that Mom has a few toys in her suitcase, but she hasn't unpacked yet. Double pffft! That is such an adorable photo of BC in the bag. One of the things Mom hates about BlogPaws is not being able to find people you want to meet when you don't know what they look like. She's sure happy she finally got to meet your mom, even if it wasn't until the final evening. She hopes MK returns to BP next year. Mom and Dad are already registered. XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo
ReplyDeleteMy Momma lugged it all home! I bet the security and the airline people each took a bit ... because who wouldn't want awesome cat stuff?!?!? My Momma is seriously thinking about registering ... we'll see :)
DeleteAaaaaaaw What fun. Me really misses da swag and all da handouts. Last year our bed was full of goodies we brought back. We can't wait to see what ya'll got. Me thinks mommy got one of those little bottles last year too, but she made it into vanilla fur bakin'. She doesn't drink spirits. Have fun Bear.
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Dezi and Raena
Neither does my Momma, but it's fun to point out what a hippo she is ;)
DeleteYou are too funny talking to the sparkly ball.
ReplyDeleteIt was talking to me!!! I just had the courtesy to listen :) ~Bear Cat
DeleteWe can't believe all the stuff the mom brought home with her from BlogPaws. It's unfreakinbelievable! Uh oh...that's the nip talking.
ReplyDeleteWHOA! Your NIP talks to you too?!?!? ;)
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