Conversation between our cats
Nov. 1st, 2005 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yendiMax (older, smarter Chocolate Point Siamese): Hey, Jack, how many licks does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yendi's hand?
Jack (younger, dumber Tuxedo Cat): I don't know. Let's find out. One, two, three, four, five . . . . . . . .
(five minutes later)
Jack: 898, 899, 900, 901. . .
Me: Jesus Christ, cat, don't you ever get bored?
Jack: 905, 906, 907. . .
Me: Gah! Stop it! *yanks hand away*
Jack (continuing to lick his side, which was right below my hand): 912, 913, 914. . .
At least he didn't try chomping.
yendi's hand?Jack (younger, dumber Tuxedo Cat): I don't know. Let's find out. One, two, three, four, five . . . . . . . .
(five minutes later)
Jack: 898, 899, 900, 901. . .
Me: Jesus Christ, cat, don't you ever get bored?
Jack: 905, 906, 907. . .
Me: Gah! Stop it! *yanks hand away*
Jack (continuing to lick his side, which was right below my hand): 912, 913, 914. . .
At least he didn't try chomping.