Somedays I feel like Germaine
Feb. 2nd, 2004 03:19 pmCuc: *perched on stool in front of brick oven* You notice, there isn't a fire in the oven.
Me: Mm. That's true. I guess I'll be home most of the day. Maybe I'll start one in a bit.
Cuc: I can still feel the heat from last night's fire. *shivers* But it's cooling down. There really should be a fire in the oven at all times.
Me: Look, my shoulder's still sore, maybe I'll get wood in a little bit.
Cuc: And did I mention that my food bowl is empty? You know, senior felines such as myself don't really have the physical reserves to weather this sort of adversity.
Me: *guiltily* Oh! I'm sorry. *Fetches food*
Cuc: *Remaining perched on the tall stool in front of the oven* Not that I'm actually hungry right now. You should put a fire in the oven.
Nikko: *sniffing the food* This is not ground turkey thigh meat. It's not Diestel. It's not even free range. *attempts to bury food bowl* And the texture's all wrong.
Me: Mm. That's true. I guess I'll be home most of the day. Maybe I'll start one in a bit.
Cuc: I can still feel the heat from last night's fire. *shivers* But it's cooling down. There really should be a fire in the oven at all times.
Me: Look, my shoulder's still sore, maybe I'll get wood in a little bit.
Cuc: And did I mention that my food bowl is empty? You know, senior felines such as myself don't really have the physical reserves to weather this sort of adversity.
Me: *guiltily* Oh! I'm sorry. *Fetches food*
Cuc: *Remaining perched on the tall stool in front of the oven* Not that I'm actually hungry right now. You should put a fire in the oven.
Nikko: *sniffing the food* This is not ground turkey thigh meat. It's not Diestel. It's not even free range. *attempts to bury food bowl* And the texture's all wrong.