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commodorified) wrote2011-11-07 10:14 pm
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I don't think some of you understand just what I am dealing with here

She HAD to eat the butter. NOBODY HAS FED HER IN THREE MILLION YEARS, YOU GUYS. LOOK AT THAT TRAGIC STARVED BEATEN LITTLE FACE. SHE WAS FORCED TO CLIMB

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Somehow I feel as if I should be playing the kind of tremulous, silent-movie piano accompaniment that signals The Girl is about to be thrown out into the raging snowstorm. While in rags. As she clutches the baby she's actually hiding from gangsters.
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It succeeded brilliantly. :-)
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THE FACT THAT NO CORGI ON EARTH CAN DIGEST THAT MUCH BUTTERFAT IN ONE GO TOOK IT AWAY FROM HER.
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reminds me of a day when I was a kid where mom spent ages making butter cookies, we went out and when we got home, half of them had disappeared from the table. the dog was the only one who could've done it, and she'd never done anything like that before - she wasn't the sneaky sort who even tried to get you to feed her from the table, she was totally cool. Man, my mother was mad.
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they`re kind of like lasers
that shoot out high-velocity AWWWWW and can effectuate mind-control from fifty feet
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You may enjoy the woeful tale of a dog who responded similarly to sweet potatoes. That dog was also starving!! ("Enjoy" as in, share fellow-feeling with the other dog's owner.)
Warning -- do not eat or drink while reading. I'm serious.
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and followup attesting to accuracy.
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My.
God.
That is hilarious. That poor woman.
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<g> Yes, I've laughed over that one several times. It is amazing what our furry friends can get up to... or in to. My fave happened-to-me moment was when my two medium-sized dogs tried to exit the doggie-door at the same time, to welcome me home. They got stuck halfway through, struggling to unstopper themselves. It was a hilarious, picture-worthy moment, and I didn't own a camera.
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The beagles are regularly similarly starved because the mean nasty humans don't let them eat the people food and try to only give them a few dog treats a day!
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However, what a con-artist! "and the Oscar, for most convincing display of canine innocence despite all contrary evidence, goes to...."
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CAN'T YOU SEE SHE IS INNOCENT AND WAS ONLY TWYING TO PWOTECT YOUR BUTTER FWOM WAVAGING WILD ANIMALS, YOU CWOOL AND HEARTLESS HUMAN???!!!!
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C: You have not fed me in 600 years.
O: That's not even remotely true!
C: It is emotionally true.
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BUT NEXT TIME FOR SURE! ::waves Fist of Impotent Authority::
(she is very very cute.)
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This is Asterix. There are not as many pictures of him as there are of my other cat because he won't hold still.
Asterix has spent the last few weeks attempting to Occupy the kitchen table.
Why should the 99% eat kibble, when the 1% eat pears and cheese and meat and potatoes and raspberries and such?
This is Speak. He frustrates Asterix because he refuses to be in solidarity and consensus. Speak thinks that many things humans eat smell good, but refuses to eat them--he thinks that kibble and kibble-textured cat treats are the only food there is, and cannot understand how all those wonderful smells are emanating from "non-food" items.
They wish you to know that they have never been fed.
Ever.
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My cat The Senator is the same way!
Madame is currently agitating for more kibble in her full kibble dish, and the right to sniff at minimum delicately lick all food like items humans consume.
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The Senator caught on camera
And Madame's face demanding delicious eggs.
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LOOK AT THOSE FACES?
HOW COULD I DENY THAT FACE CHEESY EGGS?
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ALSO CONSTANTLY DEPRIVED OF LOVE
So Madame will yowl her head off for eggs. Morning can be a situation. One time I added some fresh thyme to my eggs, and offered her some. She recoiled in horror, yowled and left the room. She returned, mimed scratching dirt over the eggs, yowled again and left.
Her disdain and rage led to me giving her some cheese grits which she accepted with grace.
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P.
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So she took her camera over to his place and this sort of thing started showing up in my inbox.
Dear Reader? I visited him. :-)
His Existential Angst, however, prefers kisses and grilled cheese to skritches and lamb snax.