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Rainy day. The cats queue on the upstairs landing: 'meeeeeeOUT!'
Sigh. I start talking to myself: 'You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out.' repeat, repeat.
MeeeeeeeeeeeOUT!!!!
You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out.
meeeeOUT meeeOUT meOUT? meeeeeeeee.... out?
You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out.
Gnarly gets up a head of steam: meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
Screw it. I open the door. Both cats are horrified: We do NOT want to go out there!! You horrible person! How dare you??
2 minutes later: MeeeOUT!
That's IT! I shove her out the door with my foot.
Siren mode from the roof hip. Meeow meeow meeow meeow meeow meeow meeow.
I bring her in. Soggy, she goes to curse out me and the world. 3 minutes later it's Sea Cow: meeep! (Her version of a strident demand for attention). I'm getting fed up and ignore them.
meeep! meeep! meeep! MeeeeOUT! Gnarly is back.
I foot shove them both out and retreat downstairs where I can't hear the chorus for rescue. A few minutes later I relent. They both go off to sulk.
10 minutes later: MeeeeOUT! MeeeOUT! meeep! meep!
I have to go to the store. Resisting the urge to leave them both out on the porch I go down, get my rain togs on and go out into the carport. The dog comes out from under the jeep, stretching and yawning: "So like, where are we going?"
I get out my bike as I tell him: You don't want to go out there.
He looks down the driveway at the drizzle for a few moments then turns around: 'You're right. Have a nice ride. I'll be sleeping under the jeep. Wake me for dinner.'
Sigh. I start talking to myself: 'You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out.' repeat, repeat.
MeeeeeeeeeeeOUT!!!!
You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out.
meeeeOUT meeeOUT meOUT? meeeeeeeee.... out?
You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out. You don't want to go out.
Gnarly gets up a head of steam: meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!
Screw it. I open the door. Both cats are horrified: We do NOT want to go out there!! You horrible person! How dare you??
2 minutes later: MeeeOUT!
That's IT! I shove her out the door with my foot.
Siren mode from the roof hip. Meeow meeow meeow meeow meeow meeow meeow.
I bring her in. Soggy, she goes to curse out me and the world. 3 minutes later it's Sea Cow: meeep! (Her version of a strident demand for attention). I'm getting fed up and ignore them.
meeep! meeep! meeep! MeeeeOUT! Gnarly is back.
I foot shove them both out and retreat downstairs where I can't hear the chorus for rescue. A few minutes later I relent. They both go off to sulk.
10 minutes later: MeeeeOUT! MeeeOUT! meeep! meep!
I have to go to the store. Resisting the urge to leave them both out on the porch I go down, get my rain togs on and go out into the carport. The dog comes out from under the jeep, stretching and yawning: "So like, where are we going?"
I get out my bike as I tell him: You don't want to go out there.
He looks down the driveway at the drizzle for a few moments then turns around: 'You're right. Have a nice ride. I'll be sleeping under the jeep. Wake me for dinner.'